Conrad Recently Came Across An Epic Reddit Revenge Story On Youtube
Typically, I quit out of it before realising I should have bookmarked it, and could I find it afterwards? No I could not. However, we shall poke around with a stick in the recesses of my mind and see what comes to light. The stick has a cross-guard, nothing can slither up it in case you were worried.
To set the scene: this story takes place in a South Canadian high school in 2004, where the students all had personal lockers with unique combinations. Art!
For months student's lockers had been robbed, with the school principal refusing to take any action, claiming it was the students fault because they were sharing their locker combinations with friends. Enter Original Poster, who definitely didn't share his locker combination, because his friends were untrustworthy jackasses who would have pranked him endlessly. Then his high-end calculator ends up being stolen, and he (like all the other students) had to pay £100 to get a locksmith out to change the lock. Art!
Whilst at home, he happens to complain about the injustice of all this in front of his dad and uncle Buddy. UB just so happens to be a police detective, and his police antennae start to perk up. He comes back a couple of days later with a £650 laptop, hands it to OP and tells him to incautiously brag about it in school. OP, a bit mystified, does so and by lunchtime his laptop has been stolen.
Later that afternoon who turns up at school but UB, who promptly hauls a lad called Dave out of his class, as well as Dave's mum who works for the school admin. The police ask for corridor surveillance tapes for the time the laptop was stolen, to which the principal says "No".
Yeah, it was definitely this principal
Hey what say what? In fact the principal fights this in court, and loses. The tapes are rendered up and reveal Dave stealing the laptop. When his mum's house is searched, they find 44 items stolen from lockers, including 9 valued at over £650, which is significant. Why so? Because if the theft is of an article worth over £650 it becomes a felony, a far, far more serious offence than a misdemeanour. The mum, it seems, dealt with locker security admin and allowed Dave to look up locker combinations, so he could rifle lockers at random and steal shizzle. Including a £650 laptop with a tracking unit built into it. Art!
They both refused to accept a plea deal and the case went in front of a judge, who was extraordinarily angry about the abuse of trust as much as the theft. Dave got 6 years in juvenile prison, and his mum got 18!
It doesn't end there, because the school was sued in a class-action lawsuit by the parents of all the students who'd forked out £100 to get locks changed. The school had to pay them almost £10,000 and then fired the principal, who was either in on the thefts or getting kickbacks from the locksmith. One supposes he'll never work in education again.
A very satisfying tale!
RIP James Caan
A lot has been mentioned about Jim's career in films, with nods to films like "Rollerball" and "The Godfather" but what stuck in Conrad's mind is a film I've not seen for forty years, "Thief". In it Jim played a professional diamond thief, who is looking to make one final big score and end his illegal life. Art!
He gives the convincing impression that he knows how to use a gun, that he does not tolerate fools, and is quite willing to kill to get out of trouble IF HE HAS TO, because he avoids trouble if he can. It was Michael Mann's directorial debut and is well worth a watch.
Today I Was Carousing
We officially finished work at 12:30 for lunch, as the phone lines were turned off - probably much to store's ire - and had a presentation about the history of our colleagues who are being made redundant as of next week. With prosecco.
Then at 15:00 we high-tailed it to the Cosy Club, a watering hole I'd never been to before, in the Corn Exchange and right next to Banyan, our venue of last month. Art!
I sat here
More prosecco! And beer! And a bar tab which went within minutes. Also plates of nibbles appeared later on. Let me show you how much people were enjoying themselves. Art!
The Asian lady there is the very sweet AK, here from India six months ago, who is enjoying her time in Manchester. She told tales of her homeland (south India) where the daytime temperature can reach 45º and it is actively dangerous to venture out between 14:00 and 18:00. People have died doing so. Blimey. British weather might be disgustrous but at least it won't kill you.
Talking Of Dangerously Hot -
Let's trot out more of "The Sea Of Sand" because it's my blog and I feel like it. Your input is entirely irrelevant.
Sarah silently
gave up on trying to keep track of this war.
All she knew of the campaign in North Africa was what her uncles had
told her – El Alamein, Rommel and General Bernard Law Montgomery. For a second her eye caught the Doctor’s,
expressive of intense interest, and she became aware that he didn’t feel
remotely dismissive of Lieutenant Llewellyn’s story.
‘Oh, I say, I
am sorry,’ apologised the young officer.
‘Tempers get a bit stretched in the khamseen, you know. Plus we’re short-handed. Very short-handed, if the truth be
told.’ He poked around in the fusty
gloom underneath his camp bed, appearing with a bottle of whisky, which he
discarded.
‘Not suitable
for ladies,’ he muttered. ‘Where’s it
gone? Damn it, I did have a bottle of
crème de menthe somewhere. Gone the way of the labourers, I dare say – aha!’
and he brandished a bottle of green liquid aloft with an air of triumph.
Given his
delight at finding the bottle, Sarah suffered herself to be poured a glass of
the cloying mint liqueur. Personally she
detested the stuff, fit only for maiden aunts and hoi-polloi dinner parties,
but if it kept their contemporary chrono-contact sweet …
‘What was that
about the labourers?’ asked the Doctor, looking at the cover of another
magazine intently.
‘Eh? Oh, sorry, would you like a glass? No?
The labourers. What was I saying
– oh, yes. It’s just that we couldn’t
hire any locals for work at the dig back in 1940. The Bedu and Tuareg wouldn’t go near the
site, claimed it was haunted or cursed or both.
We did get a couple of workers from Benghazi, a right couple of
neer-do-wells, doubtless in trouble with the Italian administration. The University of Ravenna chaps were
delighted that the Professor and I brought along half a dozen sturdy Egyptian
fellows and their overseer.’
Edna has just been barking in her sleep, so loudly she woke herself up.
Finally -
My mid-afternoon snacking has worn off and now I need a bellyful of comestibles, and there's stuff in the fridge that deffo needs using up, given sell-by-dates and impending mouldiness, not to mention rottenness. Conrad finds it best to eat sliced ham before it goes all slimy and you have to wash each slice. Sorry for creating an image you can never un-see.
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