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Stingiest thing you've seen stingy people do
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dr strangelove wrote: »Years ago..... many, many years ago, when i was at school, we had a system where if your families income was below a certain level you got "lunch tickets" that could be exchanged for £1's worth of food in the school canteen.
I noticed that once a year, all the Indian and Pakistani kids wouldn't be eating lunch for the whole month, and they explained that it was Ramadan, (but being 13 couldn't really explain what 'Ramadan' actually was, only that they couldn't eat until night-time)
So I used to buy their lunch tickets off them for 10p each and sell them to the kids who's families weren't on social for 50p - and everyone was happy.
Made about £12 one year.
Oh, the shame when i think about it now....
The fact that you had the...
a) resourcefulness to think of it then
b) decency to regret now
... makes me respect you a lot.0 -
Ah entrepreneurship....you can't beat it !
When I was 10 I won a case of Jaffa Cakes from Big D, the pirate radio station that operated out of the old Regency Airport Hotel. It was some silly slogan competition sponsored by Jacobs, or whoever makes Jaffa Cakes.
Got them home, and my brother said he'd take them back to boarding school with him, as he knew I didn't like anything with jam in them. I probably would have given them to him if his attitude didn't piss me off. So Feck off sez I. What are you going to do with them, sell them? sez he. Great idea ! sez I.
So I put a sign up in my bedroom window saying Jaffa Cakes for Sale: 10p each or 50p for a packet. This was the 1970's. Jaffa cakes were seriously expensive. They were kind of things that your mammy would get in for visitors or the visit of the parish priest. They certainly weren't cheap every day eating.
Before too long, I had a big line of neighbourhood kids and some mammys too at my bedroom window, as I was selling them for less than half what they sold in shops for. Then my own mammy arrived home from her job hours before she normally did. She soon put an end to my sale of the century. She was mortified by what I did, and I was in serious trouble. Turns out one of the nosy neighbours thought that I had shop lifted the Jaffa Cakes, and called her at work to tell her what I was up to. :mad:
I had sold most of the Jaffa cakes by the time she showed up. Luckily I had the sense to hide most of my moolah before she demanded that I hand it over. It was 10 times what I made for my weekly pocket money. I thought I was the bees knees.
Later on, I did feel guilty about not giving them to my brother as he really did have crap food to eat at school.
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Few years back when I was a joiner I was doing a job in a newsagents / stationary shop in Letterkenny.I was cutting up a lenght of timber, realised I'd lost my pencil to mark it with, the owner says dont worry I'll get you one. He walks behinds the counter, lifts a pencil, rings it through the till and wouldn't hand it to me until I gave him the 30c! Couldn't believe it!
When I invoiced him for the job I added the 30c and stated what it was for petty, but it felt good lol.
Another time years ago I asked a colleague if he wanted anything from the shop, he said yeah get me a packet of matches and INSISTED on giving me 20p for them despite me objecting. When I got back he asked me how much they cost, when I replied 18p, he held his hand out for the change! I laughed thinking he was jokin, he wasn't and kept his hand out until I found the 2p!0 -
Ah entrepreneurship....you can't beat it !
When I was 10 I won a case of Jaffa Cakes from Big D, the pirate radio station that operated out of the old Regency Airport Hotel. It was some silly slogan competition sponsored by Jacobs, or whoever makes Jaffa Cakes.
Got them home, and my brother said he'd take them back to boarding school with him, as he knew I didn't like anything with jam in them. I probably would have given them to him if his attitude didn't piss me off. So Feck off sez I. What are you going to do with them, sell them? sez he. Great idea ! sez I.
So I put a sign up in my bedroom window saying Jaffa Cakes for Sale: 10p each or 50p for a packet. This was the 1970's. Jaffa cakes were seriously expensive. They were kind of things that your mammy would get in for visitors or the visit of the parish priest. They certainly weren't cheap every day eating.
Before too long, I had a big line of neighbourhood kids and some mammys too at my bedroom window, as I was selling them for less than half what they sold in shops for. Then my own mammy arrived home from her job hours before she normally did. She soon put an end to my sale of the century. She was mortified by what I did, and I was in serious trouble. Turns out one of the nosy neighbours thought that I had shop lifted the Jaffa Cakes, and called her at work to tell her what I was up to. :mad:
I had sold most of the Jaffa cakes by the time she showed up. Luckily I had the sense to hide most of my moolah before she demanded that I hand it over. It was 10 times what I made for my weekly pocket money. I thought I was the bees knees.
Later on, I did feel guilty about not giving them to my brother as he really did have crap food to eat at school.
You must live in a 'nice' part of Dublin haha. Certain areas associate Jaffa Cakes with police informers and you may have been considered a rat in those places.
Nice little earner while it lasted though
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upandcumming wrote: »Fuck him
That's what I thought until I was there about a year later. He got mumps or measles or some thing like that, and we had to go up there and bring him home. We were given dinner in the staff dining room before we left. Even though we were given the good grub as opposed to the pig swill they fed the boys, I still have night mares about it. Nasty pinkish grey shoe leather masquerading as ham, radioactive white sludge pretending to be mash spuds and some snot green congealed goo that were supposed to be peas...shudders...
The brother could probably write a book on all the cost cutting that went on in the place. They grew all their own fruit and veggies on the property. Surplus stuff was even was sold in the school shop that parents and visitors could buy. The local market town even flogged some stuff from the school for them, such as home made honey, apples and strawberries.
The brochure for the school showed pix of pupils digging in the fields surrounded by crates of fresh fruit and veggies. They really pimped the place as a palace to healthy eating & living. My mother fell for it hook line and sinker as she was a bit of a health nut herself. Did the boys ever see any of this bounty from Mother Nature on their plates? Did they hell? Every thing that they ate came from a can or a packet.
They didn't even get to eat fresh fruit and Lord knows, it was literally falling off the trees all over the place. Their desserts were always nasty stewed fruits that were more sugar and water than fruit, covered in a vomity looking custardy film. To this day, the brother can't even look at a stewed fruit dessert without wanting to throw up. :mad:
And there I was, denying him & his buddies an aul Jaffa Cake or two. I'm a horrible person.
Ah who am I kidding? All that moolah was fooking deadly !!!:D:D:D0 -
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Savage Tyrant wrote: »Hmmmmm.... People are being stingy with the stingy stories so!
See what I did there?
Saw it a few times actually...
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