Stolen Clothes for Sale
I was out shopping, and i walked into a store on the Mt Hawthorn end of Oxford street. It was decked out with light coloured woods. There was a very uninterested looking man behind the counter.
as i was browsing the store i noticed that many of the items they had for sale, looked a hell of a lot like clothes i own. WAIT! they ARE MY CLOTHES! I couldn't work out why my clothes would be in this store... then i remembered i had washed these clothes at a laundromat a few weeks ago, and i hadn't seen them since. I'm not sure how i could have gone so long without realising a fair chunk of my wardrobe was missing.
So i went up to the guy, and i said "these are MY clothes!"
he said "I'm not sure what you mean.."
i replied "these clothes, belong to me, i bought them, and now they're for sale here"
he said "well, they're for sale if you want to buy them."
i said "i shouldn't have to buy them, i've already bought them, they're mine"
he said "if they're yours, how come they're for sale in our store?"
i replied "that's a very good question."
i went to the shelves and found ever item of clothing that was mine...
my fred perry polos, my ben sherman shirts, my black harrington jacket... all my favourite clothes...
i put them on the counter and said "look, these used to belong to me, but i'm willing to buy them all back off you for $50", i thought that was more than reasonable.
he said "i can't do that, i'm not the manager, but i'll tally the total up for you."
then the manager walked in... i told him how the clothes were mine, and how i'd be willing to pay him $50 for the clothes... he seemed to admit that the clothes were probably mine, but wouldn't accept anything less than full price for each item... i argued with him... his said he'd see if he could offer me a discount...
$586
"NO FUCKING WAY!" i blurted out.
"THESE ARE MY CLOTHES!" i continued, "you're lucky i'm offering you $50 for your troubles!"
he was pretty stubborn... but at that point in time, i was too... no way was i going to leave that store without my clothes... after all they were mine.
and then i woke up.
and i thought to myself, 'that guy was a right prick. why not just accept my $50 and let me have all my clothes back, i should have threatened to call the cops'.
then i took some relief in the fact the store doesn't actually exist.
as i was browsing the store i noticed that many of the items they had for sale, looked a hell of a lot like clothes i own. WAIT! they ARE MY CLOTHES! I couldn't work out why my clothes would be in this store... then i remembered i had washed these clothes at a laundromat a few weeks ago, and i hadn't seen them since. I'm not sure how i could have gone so long without realising a fair chunk of my wardrobe was missing.
So i went up to the guy, and i said "these are MY clothes!"
he said "I'm not sure what you mean.."
i replied "these clothes, belong to me, i bought them, and now they're for sale here"
he said "well, they're for sale if you want to buy them."
i said "i shouldn't have to buy them, i've already bought them, they're mine"
he said "if they're yours, how come they're for sale in our store?"
i replied "that's a very good question."
i went to the shelves and found ever item of clothing that was mine...
my fred perry polos, my ben sherman shirts, my black harrington jacket... all my favourite clothes...
i put them on the counter and said "look, these used to belong to me, but i'm willing to buy them all back off you for $50", i thought that was more than reasonable.
he said "i can't do that, i'm not the manager, but i'll tally the total up for you."
then the manager walked in... i told him how the clothes were mine, and how i'd be willing to pay him $50 for the clothes... he seemed to admit that the clothes were probably mine, but wouldn't accept anything less than full price for each item... i argued with him... his said he'd see if he could offer me a discount...
$586
"NO FUCKING WAY!" i blurted out.
"THESE ARE MY CLOTHES!" i continued, "you're lucky i'm offering you $50 for your troubles!"
he was pretty stubborn... but at that point in time, i was too... no way was i going to leave that store without my clothes... after all they were mine.
and then i woke up.
and i thought to myself, 'that guy was a right prick. why not just accept my $50 and let me have all my clothes back, i should have threatened to call the cops'.
then i took some relief in the fact the store doesn't actually exist.