The then Mrs BB left our son in his pram ouside the newagent's opposite the Horse and Jockey in Waddington village in 1969. It was not, I hasten to add, during opening hours. Some say it explains everything about him.
Easily done: we left No 1 daughter under the table in the pub on our way home from the hospital when she was days old. Sometimes think that we shouldn't have gone back for her
It obviously runs in the family as Mum left me in the pram outside the butchers & only realised she after she took the bus home and was unpacking the shopping
An old school friend of mine, who shall remain nameless made a number of purchases at the 'Ann Summers' shop.
She then proceeded to leave the bag behind, complete with the recent purchases (I didn't ask her what they were), in a pub in Liverpool where she had eaten lunch.
Apparantly, the bar staff had rather large grins on their faces when she returned to collect her 'shopping'.
Stopped off at the local shops with No 1 son in back of the car asleep, then walked home. Wife "Where's the car?" Me "Never mind the car, where's the lad?" Scurry back to the shops where meladdo slept on regardless.
One of my bushy cousins left his three kids (all under twelve) behind in a small north Indian village. There was the usual Indian chaos at bus boarding time and he was so concerned about getting the backpacks loaded that he forgot about the kids.
He reckons the worst moment of his life was looking out the back of the bus and seeing three small faces looking at him accusingly from the roadside. The bus driver turned around immediately so the actual abandoment time was about a minute, but they still remind him of it at every wedding/21st birthday/graduation speech.
They became a doctor, a cattle station manager and a successful jack-of-all-trades office worker respectively, so it didn't seem to do them any harm in the long run. Probably taught them self reliance...
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when I was 6 the family did a trip to the States, including a shopping visit to a huge department store somewhere in NYC. (Macy's ?).
as we went in there was a display of something that caught my eye so I stopped to look. Looked up - no mum & dad or brothers anywhere.
No panic, I'll stand just outside the door where we came in, because logic demands M&D&Bs will come out the same way.
5 minutes, there is a HUGE (well I was only 6) NY PD in blue uniform, cap, holstered gun, nightstick etc.
- "everything alright sonny?"
- "well I stopped to look at something & then they got lost, so I'm waiting for them". [me with anglo-accent]
- "they got lost, that was kinda silly of them, let's see if we can find them"
so we go back into store, NYPD has quick word with floorwalker, M&D&Bs appear, Mum have a bit of a panic, D marginally perturbed, Bs amused.
My godchild's mother Shirl set off for school having fed cats, dogs, husband etc. and packed the kids in their always-cluttered Galaxy. Half way there phone rings.
She says to oldest child "Answer that" He says "It's Max". Shirl calls to back seat "stop messing around Max." No answer.
To middle daughter: "Is he on the middle seat with you ?". "No." Well, look over the back of the seat and see if he's there." "No, there's no Max on the back seat".
Oldest child, still on phone, says "Max says he's locked in the house, you forgot him".
Many many years ago I worked for a tour operator in Jersey (CI). Having seen off several flights on a busy Saturday afternoon I was doing paperwork when an announcement was made for the parents of a small girl, whose name they gave, to come to the airport information. As I knew they were our clients and had left I went to the counter to find this sweet little girl about 3 years old there, very calm and composed, and she said : "My Mummy and Daddy have gone home and I think they forgot me." They had indeed, they'd gone from the pub to the duty free and then were called for boarding and left. Cretins is an understatement.
As the flight was in the air and we had no passenger contact details other than the travel agency - closed for the weekend! She had no identifying documents on her and didn't know her home phone number. The police took the details and said they would contact the police in the child's home town to send a Bobby round. They managed to get an address but no phone number.
My then girlfriend and I took her home (can you imagine doing that these days!) and we heard nothing until Monday morning when the local police came and took her to be flown back to Manchester.
An old girlfriend worked as a barmaid in Melbourne's Young and Jackson's hotel. She said that many people left their dreams behind in the pub. However one night after closing, the staff found that someone had left behind a wheelchair. Is there something in the beer in this establishment? Perhaps a supernatural influence of the portrait of Chloe that adorns the wall in the lounge? She says now she believes in miricles.
