Who's nicking all the biscuits??

[Tommy]

We share our mess room with a number of plumbers, electricians, painters and Carpenters. doors are always latched, and have one of them push button combination locks.

Basically some of us groundsmen bring in coffee and biscuits to have at brew time, and while we aint bothered with the occaisional one going, or someone having a brew.

But recently someone with sticky fingers has been half inching loads of stuff.

A few week back we found a tramp who'd been in there over the weekend, so changed the combinations, so only the people who use it regularly know the new code.

Weve been having a bit of a think about retribution, and the best we've come up with is: Get some sort of laxative, and impregnate some biscuits with it

[Tony McC]

...or get laxative chocolate and use that to make even-more-tempting chocky digestives!

[dig dug dan]

mother in law use dto coat brussels sprouts in chocolate to give away to unscrupulous trick or treaters. you could put some in a jar as a tempting treat!

[oioisonnyboy]

put some epsom salts in the bag of sugar...that will turn them out good and proper

was on a job last year where cladders were drilling holes in cladding for handrails, canopies lights etc, we had loads of circles of foam backed cladding kicking about...empty digestive biscit packet

other good ones are sticky sweaty denso tape around the headband of hard hat and pockets of coats filled with shingle and pipe lubricant :;):

[Dave_L]

shingle & pipe lube, priceless!!!!!!!

[Tommy]

One of the blokes missus works in a chemist, so he is going to get her to get some ex-lax chocolate, and flush them out, so to speak.

On the Pipe lube and shingle note, At my old place two had a falling out, came in next morning and the supervisor had filled their wellies with line marking paint

[lutonlagerlout]

a brickie on a big job in edgeware was really p**sing everyone off,how fast he was ,how neat he was ,how he was on a tenner a day more than everyone else.... you get the picture
anyway 4.55 one day and the subbie and clerk and walking round the job,gotta make yourself look busy when the gaffer is about ,but he shouts "muck up" when he knew the mixer was washed out at 4.45
the hoddie reluctantly starts the big diesel up again and throws a gauge in,brings the muck to nick and its 5 o'clock now
nick says "i'm off, forget it "
the hoddie got nick started in the development game,a swift boot and he gave him a couple of acres
the next day his trowel went missing and the following day the telescopic fork truck ran over his level.
he just seemed to have permanent bad luck after that day
such is life
LLL

[GB_Groundworks]

i had my wellies filled with concrete on my birthday a few years ago, and i know one brickie who nail gunned another brickies trowl to an rsj after a falling out.

[seanandruby]

childish things are great...itching powder, stink bombs in his boots and super glue on the trowel etc :laugh:

[ambient]

got the paper wrap off the loft insulation cut it into squares put a hole in corner and threaded string through hung up in site foremans toilets you can guess the rest ???

[henpecked]

We had a ganger who would actually rub a digestive between his arse cheeks infront of the whole cabin,you never knew if he'd put it on the top or two down ....suffice to say, no-one touched his biscuits

HP

[lutonlagerlout]

were they chocolate digestives?
???
LLL

[seanandruby]

were they chocolate digestives?
???
LLL

if they was'nt before i bet they were after the arsing :laugh:

[Tommy]

After a while of no sticky fingers. A whole pack of biccies was taken from one blokes bag, and found in anothers bag. Both of whom I worked with all day, so someone is on the fiddle.

Then we realise some tools are missing from our kit. then the sports blokes come for the cricket mower and scarifier, and find the drive cables cut.
Someone cut a cable on the Triple mower as well as knackering the ignition on a Kubota mower.

I thinks its a police jobby now

[seanandruby]

Once in my younger days me and a couple of pals where doing suspended ceilings, out of town. The usual, booze all the hard earned and starve. up on the scaffold we would watch as the locals in a factory ( we were under purling lining ) ate their sarnies. One day was so hungry i went down and took a sandwich from everyones carry out, nicked some t bags coffee etc and made a drink took it up the scaffold to my mates and we sat there eating and drinking . Could'nt help but laugh at the confusion on the locals faces as they unwrapped there snap tins to find them half empty, and the biccies gone. Bad boy i know but needs must :;):