So my rover crew (yes, scouts, ok so I'm a scout) is running an activity for this 4 day hike thing called Hoadley, and our stunt is called 'Shit I've been Kidnapped by a Colombian Druglord'. So we're making a jungle cocaine lab they have to raid, along with Cavity Search Dummies and all, and today Meg and I went to Savers to get stuff for the lab. We've got all scungy pots and pans and stuff, all that, and a set of broken scales (they don't need to work!). When I went to pay for them the guy tells me they're broken and I said, doesn't matter, they're just for a drug lab, and he gave me the weirdest look. I tried to explain it wasnt real, an activity for scouts...which I guess didn't sound all that much better.
But I think that that guy is used to me with strange things. Last year he caught me sitting in the kitchen aisle trying cake tins on my head for size. It was all innocent and completely sane, I swear. I wanted one to make a King Arthur crown like in Monty Python and the Holy Grail for a fancy dress ball where, surprise, I dressed up as a k-nig-ht. Well, I was Sir Bedevere and Meg was King Arthur, because I liked the blue tree on Bedevere's shield and tunic and she preferred the reddish sun-thing. So I figure he'll see me doing something else strange soon enough, poor fellow.
But I think that that guy is used to me with strange things. Last year he caught me sitting in the kitchen aisle trying cake tins on my head for size. It was all innocent and completely sane, I swear. I wanted one to make a King Arthur crown like in Monty Python and the Holy Grail for a fancy dress ball where, surprise, I dressed up as a k-nig-ht. Well, I was Sir Bedevere and Meg was King Arthur, because I liked the blue tree on Bedevere's shield and tunic and she preferred the reddish sun-thing. So I figure he'll see me doing something else strange soon enough, poor fellow.