Profpointy
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Buy roll-ons instead!
"Ball or aerosol Sir?"
"Neither. I intended it for my armpits"
Buy roll-ons instead!
Back to the thread subject...people who don't picket when striking. They've got nose sense
People who don't fold the end over on rolls of sellotape leaving the next user (me) picking at the roll attempting to find the end!
There I was walking into the local Tesco this aft' when a bloke who sits outside the place looking for handouts asked if I had any change for a taxi. I knew what he meant, but acted a bit numb and said "Oh, I'm ok I've come in my car". "Not for you, for me" he replied. The cheek of it eh!! He asked me last week if I had four quid for a taxi. He only lives a mile up the road. Why can't he walk?! He's younger and more mobile than me, but seems to think I should fund his laziness! He always says that he doesn't ask anyone for money, yet there he was asking me for money! He has a house as well, so why sit outside in the cold all day hoping for handouts?! The word conman springs to mind!!
Somebody asked me for their bus fare into town. It's only a 30 minute walk.
Honestly , how bad is that eh, to pretend your grand daughter is possibly dying, just to bum a few quid!!
Okay ...
So, I was a skinny first-year student who had just been home for Easter. I had gone down to Coventry with just a rucksack, and was returning a couple of weeks later with that and 3 carrier bags stuffed with chocolate cake, teabags, fruit etc. My mum thought I was losing too much weight and needed fattening up. (Either that, or she thought that Manchester didn't actually have any shops?)
Anyway ... I was staggering past the Arndale Centre when a very distressed-looking man aged about 30 ran up to me ...
Man: "Mate, mate - I need a big favour!"
ColinJ (Immediately in beggar-avoidance mode): "Which is ...?"
Man: "I just got a message that me mam has been taken seriously ill and has been rushed into hospital. I jumped in me car and headed for the hospital and I just ran out of petrol. I ain't got any money on me to fill up. I'm desperate, mate, it doesn't sound like me dear old mam is gonna make it. Can you spare us a few quid to get me to the hospital?"
I was 99% sure that it was a con, but then I thought that if I was wrong and it was the 1% case and dear old mam actually was dying ... I decided to opt for humanity!
ColinJ: "Apologies to you if your mother actually is ill, and if so, I hope she gets well soon. I'm going to give you the money because I'm a decent bloke and I don't want to worry that I have misjudged you and let you down in your time of need. In fact, I think you are a con-artist and this story is bollocks! Here's a few quid. Now bugger off!"
A year passed and I was now an even skinnier second-year student who had just been home for Easter. I had gone down to Coventry with just a rucksack, and was returning a couple of weeks later with that and 3 carrier bags stuffed with chocolate cake, teabags, fruit etc. My mum still thought I was losing too much weight and needed fattening up. (And she still thought that Manchester didn't actually have any shops!)
Anyway ... I was staggering past the Arndale Centre once again when a very distressed-looking man aged about 31 ran up to me ...
Man: "Mate, mate - I need a big favour!"
ColinJ (recognising him immediately!): "Bloody hell - your dear old mam is a fighter isn't she!"
Man: "Eh?"
ColinJ: "And my dear old dad told me to never leave the house without money in my wallet - you never know when you are going to need it!"
Man; "Huh?"
ColinJ: "And as for running out of petrol - fill your tank more often!"
Man (smiles, turns away, looks back over his shoulder ...): "Ha ha, I see - done ya before. Well, ya gotta try, dontcha!"
ColinJ: "Get a job!"
About as bad as pretending that your mother is dying, just to bum a few quid...?
The 'sleep' function on my new bedoom TV.
On the old one, there was a button marked 'Sleep' on the remote which you pressed twice and the TV would switch off 30 minutes later.
With the new TV, you have to press the 'Menu' button on the remote, then (in order) the up button twice, the right button six times, the up button once, the enter button, the right button once, the enter button again and then either the 'exit' button once or the 'back' button three times to do the same thing.
He was there again tonight, giving it the "god bless you and your family" rollox! as gullible people give him money, food and tobacco! I thought I'd say hello, but on looking at him he turned his head away. He knows that I know he's a con artist and I'm not the only one that thinks that way. One bloke I got talking to about him said he's seen him well dressed in an expensive bar. It sounds like we're picking on him, but he's conning folk who might have less than him, but feel very bad about not giving money to those they think are far worse off than themselves. He's even moved from the main entrance to sitting right next to the cash point machine!There I was walking into the local Tesco this aft' when a bloke who sits outside the place looking for handouts asked if I had any change for a taxi. I knew what he meant, but acted a bit numb and said "Oh, I'm ok I've come in my car". "Not for you, for me" he replied. The cheek of it eh!! He asked me last week if I had four quid for a taxi. He only lives a mile up the road. Why can't he walk?! He's younger and more mobile than me, but seems to think I should fund his laziness! He always says that he doesn't ask anyone for money, yet there he was asking me for money! He has a house as well, so why sit outside in the cold all day hoping for handouts?! The word conman springs to mind!!