Shops that discriminate against cyclists

Random crap story about Harrods.
Back in the good old days before the smoking ban me and a few uni mates got dressed up to the nines and mooched around fayeds corner shop for the afternoon. Got offered help from all the staff in every department(we looked fucking ace), mate of mine tried on about 1/4millions worth of diamonds etc.
Then went for afternoon tea(as one does) in the lounge upstairs, requested Bing Crosby from the pianist as it was my friends birthday, then when the Jamaican coffees arrived we pulled out a couple cheeky secret spliffs in a menthol kingsize with menthol baccy and proceeded to get utterly battered. No-one so much as batted an eyelid or looked twice. Even when serving up the cakes. 6 people, 3j's and a great memory.

Good work.