Puncturing air tight meat packages in supermarkets. Did anyone else used to do this?

[ManonBlackbeak]

I know this is really odd, but when I was a young child and I'd go to the supermarket with my DM I had this thing where I'd stick my finger nails into the airtight packets of meat until they burst. I'd do it to all kinds of meat and sometimes sausages or fish as well. I found it really satisfying, kind of like when you pop bubble wrap.. my DM never knew that I did this and would quite rightfully have hit the roof if she found out.

As an adult I'm horrified though. I mean I was making perfectly decent pieces of meat inediable. Some poor sod will have picked up those packets of meat, and when going to prepare a meal found them to be rancid.

Did anyond else ever do this? Is it a thing?

Bloody hell, no.

RaininSummer probably too young, I'm 23. Googled candle wick bedspreads and still don't quite get what you lot were picking at but sounds like something I'd do.

Picking at and drawing images (Like looking at a cloud and seeing a dog) on textured wall paper was something I did.

And melting crayons.

My DGM had loads of fushias for popping. Good times

Wow seems there are a lot of people around whose parents never taught them to respect things that did not belong to them.

Oh, good thinking; I can blame my parents for my minor vandalism. They never told me to leave the bloody candlewick alone or keep my bloody fiddle fingers off the anaglypta, that's right...

I re-arrange the alaphet mugs in M&S to spell "ARSE" (nothing worse than this though, I;m decent)

DD (when she was little ) walked along slapping the wrapped chickens , when I told her off she said "It doesn't matter -they're dead"

Slapping the meat proper made me lolz

My parents still have some anaglypta and I still like sticking my nails into inconspicuous bits

My Dad used to be the manager of a small supermarket in the town centre. I used to spend some of school holidays there and was usually pretty bored, so I'd go into the store rooms. I have no real recollection of exactly what I did, but yes, there was damage and a certain amount of "theft" to eat/drink involved. I specifically remember opening packets (things weren't wrapped in plastic back then) and taking out sweets/chocolates, unscrewing a bottle of pop and taking a swig, etc. It never occurred to me that people would buy those things afterwards.

It was at the time when Robertsons jams/marmalade did the "gollywogs". You had to collect a certain number of paper golliwogs to send in to claim a golly badge or figure. Now the thing was that the paper gollywogs were just tucked in behind the label. I'd go through the shelves and boxes and take them all to send off. I had a huge collection! It was a very sad day when they stopped them being loose and made it part of the label instead, so you had to remove and cut the label to get it. Ruined my fun! Again, never gave it a thought that people buying the jams would be disappointed at not having the gollywog to send in.

I've had a few other "vandal" moments. Yes, to the finger through the wallpaper in corners! I also used to take the rubber wheels off toy cars and "ruin" them by drawing on them with felt tips - always regretted it afterwards but couldn't help myself. But the enduring one, that I still do today is break stationery - I just can't leave a ruler alone, it just has to be broken in half, same with pencils - I've a drawer full of half pencils, and the lids of bic pens - I always have to snap off the hanger/hook bit!

I'm a feather picker.... pillows or quilt. I think I do it in my sleep - quite often suddenly discover a little mound of feathers on the floor beside the bed...

I had to stamp on any form of fungi when walking the dog, the more chunky the better, still have to resist the urge now ....

Wow seems there are a lot of people around whose parents never taught them to respect things that did not belong to them.

OMFG, I know, wow.

I used to pop closed fuchsia buds

I used to love colouring my parents (expensive, custom) wire fireguard with wax crayons. I only got caught out because I used a blue one instead of grey!

Yes to all! Meat, water tanks, wallpaper.

My gran used to make rugs and I used to love pulling the threads out.

And I still pop fuchsias - but they are mine now

Pieceof I just read that in a Papa Lazarou voice. 😂

I don't think I've ever seen a bedspread.

may have thought it was actual spread

I like having a good feel of the salmon fillets in supermarkets. Oooh, matron!

Visitors that was my bedroom in the 70s. Also my bedspread was beige.

Wow seems there are a lot of people around whose parents never taught them to respect things that did not belong to them.

Back then you got a slapped arse if you were caught doing anything wrong. I well remember at about 4 years old in a queue at a market stall (forever it seemed to me) i took one grape. A woman in the queue told me off which alerted my mum, who walloped me all the way home (only a slight exaggeration) so I never stole a grape again. But i still went through a klepto stage at about 11.
Also popped fuschias, and picked at woodchip.

I carved a pikachu into the desk in my bedroom at my grandparents house.

I denied it but it was very clearly me. It is still there 20 years on.

The cake punching thread is in classics somewhere I'm sure, it was one of the first threads I read on here when I was pregnant with dd1.

From popping fuschias to.....a life of crime, eh?! If only they'd disciplined us like we do with our kids today.....

I used to stuff things into objects - a jam sandwich into the VCR, various polly pockets down the heaters (weird little hot air things on the floor?) . I also sat for hours with a manicure set picking at my bedroom wallpaper, it had lumps of paste behind it so I’d dig and dig at it .

Also used to love feeling clothes in shops , I got shouted at for touching things but I loved to feel different textures of clothes . Even now as an adult I’m fussy as to what clothes I’ll wear !

To be fair DM would tell me off for the fuschias but DGM was very indulgent. I remember half her garden was fuschia bushes. Thought it was especially for me at the time

In our family there is the famous story of my (childless, therefore not used to needing eyes in the back of your head around toddlers) Aunt taking 3 year old me to London back in the early 80's to see the Christmas lights. She took me into Harrods and I methodical worked my way around all of the £££££ cellophaned hampers poking holes in each and every one.

Once she noticed she quickly moved me on to the fresh fish counter where I apparently stood again under her nose lovingly stroking all the dead fish