I had a friend who had a mission
to get to Kinver Scout camp for some survival training. Being a Yorkshireman he
didn’t know the area that well and hadn’t done his homework. He’d managed to
find a rail connection to Kidderminster, but the last bus had left and there
were no taxis to be found. Instead of visiting a local pub to get the number of
a local taxi firm, he decided to roam Kidderminster in the hope of finding one.
By the time he’d found someone to take him to Kidderminster, the office had
closed, and there was no-one to check him in other than knocking for help on
the door of some female teenagers; of which he was a bit embarrassed to do for
fear of being called a pervert. Instead, he decided to take shelter in a
telephone box and set out for help the following morning. After his first tiring day of training he took
an early afternoon nap then after waking up he found that everyone else had
headed to the village to get food. He decided to freshen up then use his charm
to blag some free food, but unfortunately the shower was in a different complex
which meant that he’s locked himself out in the rain again. It’s not nice when
you can’t find any friends to help you.
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