The crimes come in thick and fast. Stupid customers, stupid colleagues and photo documentation of some down right awful things.

It never stops for the Bra Police...

Friday, 17 December 2010

Fishing line

Wandering around the stockroom putting stuff away, I suddenly got stuck and had to lean on the door frame to stop myself falling over. I looked down thinking I must have got my foot stuck in a wire but couldn't see anything. Then KB got stuck right behind me. In a confused voice asked 'what... What's going on?' EA came round the corner to see what the issue was and saw us both stood there looking perplexed. I tried to move my feet and then saw the glint of fishing wire that I had managed to get stuck round my boots in a figure of eight. EA went to try and find the end while KB detangled herself and then tried to detangle me. She managed to get it off one of my boots while I franticly hopped towards her while she was pulling the line. EA came back with the reel and KB pulled the last bit which then tied itself firmly round my left boot. 'I've caught an EM!' she shouted as I hopped around while she was pulling my leg in the air. 'where did it come from?' I asked EA. 'It was under the sports bras!' she said, meaning that I had managed to some how wander around quite a bit before tangling up KB and myself in it.

What's worse is that KB thought I had stood in the bin before she realised what was going on!



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