No good deed goes unpunished
Discussion
first day in my current job held the door open for someone coming into the building, didn't say thankyou or nod or anything.
I then promptly fell down the concrete steps.
/eddie murphy "ever heard a thick set person fall down stairs....makes a whole lotta f
kin noise...."
tore trousers, dead leg, wedding ring nearly sliced my finger off...good start.
I then promptly fell down the concrete steps.
/eddie murphy "ever heard a thick set person fall down stairs....makes a whole lotta f
kin noise...."tore trousers, dead leg, wedding ring nearly sliced my finger off...good start.
timmymagic73 said:
good stuff
Golf-clap (would insert the Simon Pegg meme, but am on the overground at the moment). All it could have taken for events to turn out differently, would be for you to turn your head before you had noticed the toddler fall in the lake.A few years ago, when a friend and I were working in Procurement for an airport operator, we had just got on the tube for our long commute home, when we noticed a family hurridly disembarking, and a child's rucksack left by a seat. By this point, the doors had closed and discussion amongst our fellow commuters turned to ownership of said rucksack.
General consensus was that it was the little girl's. My friend and I picked up the rucksack, got off at the next stop, and proceeded to head back to the airport.
We spotted the family at the top of the escalators talking to a tube employee about making an announcement to find the rucksack. We immediately rushed over and handed the rucksack to the little girl, who was in floods of tears at this point.
The little girl's tears ceased, although her father's mood didn't seem to improve. With our good deed done, we proceeded to head back to the tube. Part-way on our journey, the tube was suspended due to an incident at a station that we already had passed!
We finally got home 23:30 after giving up on the tube, and trying to get a bus which equally had issues. I recall that we sought refuge in a pub for a while when it became clear that we were not going to get home at a sensible hour.
Last month at work I went to put a new windscreen in a heap of st old Freelander, 170k miles, as is par for the course with these the wiper mechanism was knackered. Something the owner commented on. Ordinarily its a case of "its up to you to maintain your vehicle and replace worn parts Sir" but on this occasion I was feeling kind and the customer seemed like a nice guy so I mended it for him. "ohh thank you so much for mending that, really appreciate it mate etc etc"
FFW to last week when the customer review results for the previous month are sent round. "The job was fine and I'm happy with it but your fitter took a long time to do the job which meant I couldn't take my wife shopping" He scored me low which meant I got a detractor score, which in turn affected my overall average and lost me my bonus for the final quarter of the year (250 quid). Thanks mate. It took a long time because I was mending your st car as a favour.
t old Freelander, 170k miles, as is par for the course with these the wiper mechanism was knackered. Something the owner commented on. Ordinarily its a case of "its up to you to maintain your vehicle and replace worn parts Sir" but on this occasion I was feeling kind and the customer seemed like a nice guy so I mended it for him. "ohh thank you so much for mending that, really appreciate it mate etc etc"FFW to last week when the customer review results for the previous month are sent round. "The job was fine and I'm happy with it but your fitter took a long time to do the job which meant I couldn't take my wife shopping" He scored me low which meant I got a detractor score, which in turn affected my overall average and lost me my bonus for the final quarter of the year (250 quid). Thanks mate. It took a long time because I was mending your s
t car as a favour.LordJammy said:
Last month at work I went to put a new windscreen in a heap of st old Freelander, 170k miles, as is par for the course with these the wiper mechanism was knackered. Something the owner commented on. Ordinarily its a case of "its up to you to maintain your vehicle and replace worn parts Sir" but on this occasion I was feeling kind and the customer seemed like a nice guy so I mended it for him. "ohh thank you so much for mending that, really appreciate it mate etc etc"
FFW to last week when the customer review results for the previous month are sent round. "The job was fine and I'm happy with it but your fitter took a long time to do the job which meant I couldn't take my wife shopping" He scored me low which meant I got a detractor score, which in turn affected my overall average and lost me my bonus for the final quarter of the year (250 quid). Thanks mate. It took a long time because I was mending your st car as a favour.
That is ft old Freelander, 170k miles, as is par for the course with these the wiper mechanism was knackered. Something the owner commented on. Ordinarily its a case of "its up to you to maintain your vehicle and replace worn parts Sir" but on this occasion I was feeling kind and the customer seemed like a nice guy so I mended it for him. "ohh thank you so much for mending that, really appreciate it mate etc etc"FFW to last week when the customer review results for the previous month are sent round. "The job was fine and I'm happy with it but your fitter took a long time to do the job which meant I couldn't take my wife shopping" He scored me low which meant I got a detractor score, which in turn affected my overall average and lost me my bonus for the final quarter of the year (250 quid). Thanks mate. It took a long time because I was mending your s
t car as a favour.king bullst! 
I would be raging (OK slight exaggeration). I would be very tempted to locate a brick and repay him a visit to where his car is parked one night.... Ungrateful tts like that really boil my piss and being the naturally helpful sort of guy I am I've had my fair share of piss-takers over the years too - it leaves a bitter taste with you and you get to stage where you'll blanket not help anyone at all because of it. It's great feeling though when you go out of your way to help someone and they really show their gratitude and appreciation. Pity it doesn't happen all the time.When I was about 17 (16 years ago) we had a police officer come to technical college handing out fliers for being a part of an ID parade. It paid about 20 or 30 quid per time or something like that. Now to paint the picture I had been a pretty conscientious high school student, nice parents/family, non smoker, pretty young looking 17 year old. I'd also worked part-time from age 13, paper round, clothes shop, glass collector, waiter etc on well below minimum age. So you can imagine my excitement as the officer tells me its 20 quid for 20 mins standing in an ID parade!
Well what my naive 17 year old self didn't know or realise was the ID parade would be conducted at the police station in downtown Blackpool (oh joy) and perhaps the officer was soliciting young looking chaps as the offender(s) would also be of the same appearance.
The first thing I noticed when I got to the station was the fact that the officers manning the police station reception are probably trained to be the least bit helpful and courteous to any young men who stride in, irrespective of that young person's genuine and innocent reason for being there. I was there, I hoped, for a paying job, instead I was not very politely instructed to wait outside until they were ready.
This is where I met some of my fellow ID parade "colleagues". One in particular was a lovely chap, lets call him "d*ckhead" (as that particular word seemed to be one half of his vocabulary). I'd gone to a high school in a pretty rough town and met my fair share of people like d*ckhead, but he was on another level. I'd tried to keep myself to myself, but he clocked me, he started to ask why I was here. I'd said I was going to be on the ID parade. "yeah me too, d*ckhead, innit" Oh already we had so much in common!
D*ckhead was also there with another chap, I couldn't tell if they were prior acquaintances or not. D*ckhead decides he needs to call someone and asks me if I had a phone. I'd just got my first car and for emergencies my dad had given me his old Nokia brick, (remember this was year 2000), I said yes, but please keep it short as I don't have much credit left. He preceded to use it to have idle chit chat, with probably his pet dog for how little importance as was the call, until my credit completely ran out. In the end I had to ask for the phone back, which after repeated attempts he finally did. Yeah thanks.
About that time the officer comes outside and tells us, about 10 young lads, to come inside. We walk straight through and into a tiny corridor type room with the one way mirror wall. It was strange as there were only 5 chairs, so 5 of us were forced into one end hidden behind a curtain. It was then that d*ckhead decides he want to use the lavatory. He shouts at the mirror that he wanted to be let out, an officer pops his head through the door and tells him it's too late, he doesn't care and to wait in the room. D*ckhead mutters a stream of insults and profanities below his breath and then decides that he will relieve himself in the corner of the room.
The stream made it all the way across the room by the time he was done. So now pleased with himself he paces up and down the length of the room. It was then that it dawned on me, that d*ckhead may just be THE d*ckhead, the accused, the reason we are all here.
After about 20-30 mins we are instructed to leave the room and wait in the reception area for the next ID parade, (worth another 20 quid). I waited there for a little while and watched the dregs of society wander in and out of the police station, I watched d*ckhead accost other people for cigs or anything they had that he could use.
I then decided it just wasn't worth it, I didn't want to be there and have any part of this seedy, horrible environment any longer. So I left, without taking the money.
As I wondered down the stairs back to my car, thankfully parked far away from the station, I heard d*ckhead calling after me. I just kept looking ahead and walked quickly.
When I got home my dad asked how it went, I only told him part of what happened, as I was almost too embarrassed by what I'd seen/what had happened. My dad called the station to explain that I had had to leave to get to my other job (which wasn't true). The officer said OK we have his money here, tell him to come back and get it. I remember going back the next day and having to deal with the same obnoxious officer at the reception who eventually gave me an envelope with cash in it. When I got back to my car it contained 100 quid! I don't think they realised I'd only done one ID parade...oh well, maybe I didn't get too punished after all....
OK so maybe not a "good" deed in the end, as I was getting paid, but lending my phone to a d*ckhead, I didn't fall for that again...
Well what my naive 17 year old self didn't know or realise was the ID parade would be conducted at the police station in downtown Blackpool (oh joy) and perhaps the officer was soliciting young looking chaps as the offender(s) would also be of the same appearance.
The first thing I noticed when I got to the station was the fact that the officers manning the police station reception are probably trained to be the least bit helpful and courteous to any young men who stride in, irrespective of that young person's genuine and innocent reason for being there. I was there, I hoped, for a paying job, instead I was not very politely instructed to wait outside until they were ready.
This is where I met some of my fellow ID parade "colleagues". One in particular was a lovely chap, lets call him "d*ckhead" (as that particular word seemed to be one half of his vocabulary). I'd gone to a high school in a pretty rough town and met my fair share of people like d*ckhead, but he was on another level. I'd tried to keep myself to myself, but he clocked me, he started to ask why I was here. I'd said I was going to be on the ID parade. "yeah me too, d*ckhead, innit" Oh already we had so much in common!
D*ckhead was also there with another chap, I couldn't tell if they were prior acquaintances or not. D*ckhead decides he needs to call someone and asks me if I had a phone. I'd just got my first car and for emergencies my dad had given me his old Nokia brick, (remember this was year 2000), I said yes, but please keep it short as I don't have much credit left. He preceded to use it to have idle chit chat, with probably his pet dog for how little importance as was the call, until my credit completely ran out. In the end I had to ask for the phone back, which after repeated attempts he finally did. Yeah thanks.
About that time the officer comes outside and tells us, about 10 young lads, to come inside. We walk straight through and into a tiny corridor type room with the one way mirror wall. It was strange as there were only 5 chairs, so 5 of us were forced into one end hidden behind a curtain. It was then that d*ckhead decides he want to use the lavatory. He shouts at the mirror that he wanted to be let out, an officer pops his head through the door and tells him it's too late, he doesn't care and to wait in the room. D*ckhead mutters a stream of insults and profanities below his breath and then decides that he will relieve himself in the corner of the room.
The stream made it all the way across the room by the time he was done. So now pleased with himself he paces up and down the length of the room. It was then that it dawned on me, that d*ckhead may just be THE d*ckhead, the accused, the reason we are all here.
After about 20-30 mins we are instructed to leave the room and wait in the reception area for the next ID parade, (worth another 20 quid). I waited there for a little while and watched the dregs of society wander in and out of the police station, I watched d*ckhead accost other people for cigs or anything they had that he could use.
I then decided it just wasn't worth it, I didn't want to be there and have any part of this seedy, horrible environment any longer. So I left, without taking the money.
As I wondered down the stairs back to my car, thankfully parked far away from the station, I heard d*ckhead calling after me. I just kept looking ahead and walked quickly.
When I got home my dad asked how it went, I only told him part of what happened, as I was almost too embarrassed by what I'd seen/what had happened. My dad called the station to explain that I had had to leave to get to my other job (which wasn't true). The officer said OK we have his money here, tell him to come back and get it. I remember going back the next day and having to deal with the same obnoxious officer at the reception who eventually gave me an envelope with cash in it. When I got back to my car it contained 100 quid! I don't think they realised I'd only done one ID parade...oh well, maybe I didn't get too punished after all....
OK so maybe not a "good" deed in the end, as I was getting paid, but lending my phone to a d*ckhead, I didn't fall for that again...
I work in the motor trade and I've pretty much stopped recommending anything to friends or family such as mechanics, garages, car makes or models, or anything else.
If I ever recommend a decent mechanic or garage to someone, 9 times out of 10 I will get a complaint at a later date along the lines of "That bloody garage you recommend cost me £30 an hour to fix my car! I thought you said they were good!"
I even had an old work colleague go mad me with because a mechanic I know charged him £80 Labour to fit a clutch to his Fiat. 80 sodding quid to fit a clutch and he was annoyed. Unbelievable.
So that's it now... I don't try to help. People ask me to help with their motoring issues and I just play dumb and say I don't know anyone. They know I'm lying but I don't care.
If I ever recommend a decent mechanic or garage to someone, 9 times out of 10 I will get a complaint at a later date along the lines of "That bloody garage you recommend cost me £30 an hour to fix my car! I thought you said they were good!"
I even had an old work colleague go mad me with because a mechanic I know charged him £80 Labour to fit a clutch to his Fiat. 80 sodding quid to fit a clutch and he was annoyed. Unbelievable.
So that's it now... I don't try to help. People ask me to help with their motoring issues and I just play dumb and say I don't know anyone. They know I'm lying but I don't care.
All that jazz said:
That is fking bullst! I would be raging (OK slight exaggeration). I would be very tempted to locate a brick and repay him a visit to where his car is parked one night.... Ungrateful tts like that really boil my piss and being the naturally helpful sort of guy I am I've had my fair share of piss-takers over the years too - it leaves a bitter taste with you and you get to stage where you'll blanket not help anyone at all because of it. It's great feeling though when you go out of your way to help someone and they really show their gratitude and appreciation. Pity it doesn't happen all the time.
Believe me I thought about going back and thrashing the fking bullst! I would be raging (OK slight exaggeration). I would be very tempted to locate a brick and repay him a visit to where his car is parked one night.... Ungrateful tts like that really boil my piss and being the naturally helpful sort of guy I am I've had my fair share of piss-takers over the years too - it leaves a bitter taste with you and you get to stage where you'll blanket not help anyone at all because of it. It's great feeling though when you go out of your way to help someone and they really show their gratitude and appreciation. Pity it doesn't happen all the time.king life out of him with one of his wiper arms but he's a . And his house is st, and so's his st car and his Mrs is boggin so really I win.Plus he was the exception to the rule, some of my customers are absolutely amazing. I went out to a guy in the summer with the wrong glass, MOT the next day, felt bad for him so I said that I'll come back and do it for him after work once the new window had been delivered. As I'm finishing up he disappears inside and re emerges with some really nice beers he'd got me as a thank you.
The next day I get an email from the regional manager saying well done etc because the customer had emailed in as well to say thank you and sang my praises. He didn't have to do any of that at all, it was our mistake that meant he was put out of the way. Guys like him make up for the ungrateful turds that are just never happy whatever you do.
LordJammy said:
All that jazz said:
That is fking bullst! I would be raging (OK slight exaggeration). I would be very tempted to locate a brick and repay him a visit to where his car is parked one night.... Ungrateful tts like that really boil my piss and being the naturally helpful sort of guy I am I've had my fair share of piss-takers over the years too - it leaves a bitter taste with you and you get to stage where you'll blanket not help anyone at all because of it. It's great feeling though when you go out of your way to help someone and they really show their gratitude and appreciation. Pity it doesn't happen all the time.
Believe me I thought about going back and thrashing the fking bullst! I would be raging (OK slight exaggeration). I would be very tempted to locate a brick and repay him a visit to where his car is parked one night.... Ungrateful tts like that really boil my piss and being the naturally helpful sort of guy I am I've had my fair share of piss-takers over the years too - it leaves a bitter taste with you and you get to stage where you'll blanket not help anyone at all because of it. It's great feeling though when you go out of your way to help someone and they really show their gratitude and appreciation. Pity it doesn't happen all the time.king life out of him with one of his wiper arms but he's a . And his house is st, and so's his st car and his Mrs is boggin so really I win.Plus he was the exception to the rule, some of my customers are absolutely amazing. I went out to a guy in the summer with the wrong glass, MOT the next day, felt bad for him so I said that I'll come back and do it for him after work once the new window had been delivered. As I'm finishing up he disappears inside and re emerges with some really nice beers he'd got me as a thank you.
The next day I get an email from the regional manager saying well done etc because the customer had emailed in as well to say thank you and sang my praises. He didn't have to do any of that at all, it was our mistake that meant he was put out of the way. Guys like him make up for the ungrateful turds that are just never happy whatever you do.
Yep but the good ones are few and far between and it's getting worse.I just had a takeaway delivered a short while ago which came to £8 and I gave the guy a tenner and told him to just give me a quid back. He then digs in his pockets and gives me 2x £1 coins and 2x fivers. I wasn't paying too much attention as I had my bird wittering in my ear about something. I'm just closing the door and he's off down the path when I realised the mistake. I could've just kept it as he clearly hadn't realised but being the honest sort I hollered him back and sorted it out. He was so thankful the poor chap was nearly in tears
. I'm just sat here awaiting my punishment for doing this good deed. I fully expect the house to spontaneously combust and burn to the ground any second now 
.Wobbegong said:
mike74 said:
Spotted an old guy drop a fiver on his way out of a shop, I picked it up, caught him up and gave it to him.
A few minutes later I realised that a £20 note I'd had in my top shirt pocket had disappeared... I'm convinced it fell out when I was bending down to pick up the old boys fiver and no one will convince me otherwise!
I was a scam. The old fella pretends to drop a fiver and while you're feeling morally fantastic you don't notice him picking your pocket. A few minutes later I realised that a £20 note I'd had in my top shirt pocket had disappeared... I'm convinced it fell out when I was bending down to pick up the old boys fiver and no one will convince me otherwise!
AndrewEH1 said:
FBP1 said:
Christmassy one here:
It was early in the morning on Christmas Eve and I was in a long queue - circa 300 people outside our local fancy butcher - to collect our usual monster Turkey. I had just reached about 4 people from the door after about an hour of waiting when I noticed a smartly dressed Far Eastern woman of maybe 23/25 years in age walking across the busy road outside this shop talking on her mobile phone, but... looking the wrong way.
She was hit by a car and went up on the bonnet into the windscreen and then flew about 20 feet forward to lie in a crumpled heap on the road right in front of a suddenly silent queue. No one moved so I went forward to try and help- having shouted that someone should call an ambulance.
Plenty of blood and she's unconscious with at least a fairly clearly broken shoulder/ collar bone. Still had a pulse though and was breathing cleanly. Stopped an idiot who was going to try to move her/ pick ker up, and took my coat off and laid it over her. Held her head and neck still for about 15 mins until the ambulance crew arrived and then helped them get her into the stretcher and into the ambulance. Quite a lot of blood and dirt on me and two of the staff from the butchers after lying in the road supporting her neck. I'm freezing as it's about 2C.
Get my coat back on and stagger back towards the queue 3 feet away thinking - "Well, that was a bit of Xmas goodwill to all "men" (and I didn't even need a hi- vis or to sleep with one eye open;) ) / crap Christmas for her/hope she's alright"/ etc.
Only to be met by a large cockney geezer who had been behind me in the queue, jerking his thumb behind him saying " back of the queue is that way and don't you farkin forget it, mate " ??
The head butcher, fortunately, saw what was happening and brought me straight into the shop to let me wash all the blood
off and to to serve me first.
"Chas n Dave" wasn't happy and gave me the evil eye / head shake on the way out which did make me feel like dispensing with Peace and Goodwill, but I managed to just smile and blow him a kiss as I staggered off away with the Godzilla sized turkey.
No punishment for you there thankfully (well apart from getting cold and a bit bloody)! Well done for stepping up compared to everyone else in the queue, a sad reflection on modern life.It was early in the morning on Christmas Eve and I was in a long queue - circa 300 people outside our local fancy butcher - to collect our usual monster Turkey. I had just reached about 4 people from the door after about an hour of waiting when I noticed a smartly dressed Far Eastern woman of maybe 23/25 years in age walking across the busy road outside this shop talking on her mobile phone, but... looking the wrong way.
She was hit by a car and went up on the bonnet into the windscreen and then flew about 20 feet forward to lie in a crumpled heap on the road right in front of a suddenly silent queue. No one moved so I went forward to try and help- having shouted that someone should call an ambulance.
Plenty of blood and she's unconscious with at least a fairly clearly broken shoulder/ collar bone. Still had a pulse though and was breathing cleanly. Stopped an idiot who was going to try to move her/ pick ker up, and took my coat off and laid it over her. Held her head and neck still for about 15 mins until the ambulance crew arrived and then helped them get her into the stretcher and into the ambulance. Quite a lot of blood and dirt on me and two of the staff from the butchers after lying in the road supporting her neck. I'm freezing as it's about 2C.
Get my coat back on and stagger back towards the queue 3 feet away thinking - "Well, that was a bit of Xmas goodwill to all "men" (and I didn't even need a hi- vis or to sleep with one eye open;) ) / crap Christmas for her/hope she's alright"/ etc.
Only to be met by a large cockney geezer who had been behind me in the queue, jerking his thumb behind him saying " back of the queue is that way and don't you farkin forget it, mate " ??
The head butcher, fortunately, saw what was happening and brought me straight into the shop to let me wash all the blood
off and to to serve me first.
"Chas n Dave" wasn't happy and gave me the evil eye / head shake on the way out which did make me feel like dispensing with Peace and Goodwill, but I managed to just smile and blow him a kiss as I staggered off away with the Godzilla sized turkey.
Just this week in work we had a mini with a type r(K20) engine conversion. It's a track car only and isn't road legal. Anyway, being the nice helpful chap I am, it had a flat battery so I said I'll take it down and put it on charge which I did. He left saying thanks etc.
Left it a couple of hours, fired it up to put it in our shed out of the way. Drove over the speed bump in our yard(less than walking pace I might add) and BANG, it snapped a rose joint on the front suspension, took a brake line with it too.
Towed it back into our shed to assess the damage. Just the rose joint and brake line thankfully. The boss does the right thing and rings him up to tell him what happened. Cue the abuse that I have been driving it up the road, thrashing fk out of it, driving too fast etc etc. None of which was true, I had driven it no more than 50 yards. The whole suspension design is wrong meaning the rose joints are solid and can't swivel, any "shock" is put through the threads of the rose joint.
Anyway.
I bust my balls to find a rose joint and brake line to fix it, put it back together, move it 5 feet and the other side broke. Rang him again, more abuse that I'm a, driving like a lunatic etc etc, look at the cameras and they will see me thrashing it up the road, which is all bks of course. Water off a ducks back. We fixed it somewhere near properly(the joint can move a limited amount now).
So it's cost us the best part of £200 to fix it because I thought I was doing the right thing and charging the battery for him. It has nothing to do with the absolute ball bag not understanding that suspension needs to move, oh no, nothing to do with that! Prick!
Though I will get the last laugh as guess who the auctioneer is!
So, from now on if anybody brings an interesting car in and needs a helping hand, fk them, they can do it themselves.
Left it a couple of hours, fired it up to put it in our shed out of the way. Drove over the speed bump in our yard(less than walking pace I might add) and BANG, it snapped a rose joint on the front suspension, took a brake line with it too.
Towed it back into our shed to assess the damage. Just the rose joint and brake line thankfully. The boss does the right thing and rings him up to tell him what happened. Cue the abuse that I have been driving it up the road, thrashing f
k out of it, driving too fast etc etc. None of which was true, I had driven it no more than 50 yards. The whole suspension design is wrong meaning the rose joints are solid and can't swivel, any "shock" is put through the threads of the rose joint.Anyway.
I bust my balls to find a rose joint and brake line to fix it, put it back together, move it 5 feet and the other side broke. Rang him again, more abuse that I'm a
, driving like a lunatic etc etc, look at the cameras and they will see me thrashing it up the road, which is all bks of course. Water off a ducks back. We fixed it somewhere near properly(the joint can move a limited amount now). So it's cost us the best part of £200 to fix it because I thought I was doing the right thing and charging the battery for him. It has nothing to do with the absolute ball bag not understanding that suspension needs to move, oh no, nothing to do with that! Prick!
Though I will get the last laugh as guess who the auctioneer is!
So, from now on if anybody brings an interesting car in and needs a helping hand, f
k them, they can do it themselves.LordJammy said:
Last month at work I went to put a new windscreen in a heap of st old Freelander, 170k miles, as is par for the course with these the wiper mechanism was knackered. Something the owner commented on. Ordinarily its a case of "its up to you to maintain your vehicle and replace worn parts Sir" but on this occasion I was feeling kind and the customer seemed like a nice guy so I mended it for him. "ohh thank you so much for mending that, really appreciate it mate etc etc"
FFW to last week when the customer review results for the previous month are sent round. "The job was fine and I'm happy with it but your fitter took a long time to do the job which meant I couldn't take my wife shopping" He scored me low which meant I got a detractor score, which in turn affected my overall average and lost me my bonus for the final quarter of the year (250 quid). Thanks mate. It took a long time because I was mending your st car as a favour.
A Few years ago my recently purchased R26 decide to dump all it's oil over the parking space in the flat I was staying at (my Gf's, temporarily). I have no tools so phone up the AA man to come out have a look etc as I have no idea what else to do.t old Freelander, 170k miles, as is par for the course with these the wiper mechanism was knackered. Something the owner commented on. Ordinarily its a case of "its up to you to maintain your vehicle and replace worn parts Sir" but on this occasion I was feeling kind and the customer seemed like a nice guy so I mended it for him. "ohh thank you so much for mending that, really appreciate it mate etc etc"FFW to last week when the customer review results for the previous month are sent round. "The job was fine and I'm happy with it but your fitter took a long time to do the job which meant I couldn't take my wife shopping" He scored me low which meant I got a detractor score, which in turn affected my overall average and lost me my bonus for the final quarter of the year (250 quid). Thanks mate. It took a long time because I was mending your s
t car as a favour.He takes me to a local motor factors (I'm not familiar with the town) to buy some new oil and a filter, then he fits them,
He then takes me to Wickes to buy a few big bags of sand and a brush to at least mitigate some of the damage I've caused.
I never wrote in to praise this guy, and I have no idea why not. He went way beyond the call of duty to help me out.
(but at least I didn't complain!).
mike74 said:
Spotted an old guy drop a fiver on his way out of a shop, I picked it up, caught him up and gave it to him.
A few minutes later I realised that a £20 note I'd had in my top shirt pocket had disappeared... I'm convinced it fell out when I was bending down to pick up the old boys fiver and no one will convince me otherwise!
Its a loop, get back there now as there will be a massive pile of money there! A few minutes later I realised that a £20 note I'd had in my top shirt pocket had disappeared... I'm convinced it fell out when I was bending down to pick up the old boys fiver and no one will convince me otherwise!
Light n Hairy said:
If you have money in Zimbabwe, better if you kept all your money in cash, not in the bank.
Zimbabwe has been using US Dollars since their own currency went defunct a few years back, and as a controversial measure to boost local as opposed to foreign business, the government recently flipped this move, mandatorily converting all USD bank savings into a 'new Zimbabwe dollar currency'. Effectively, all your savings are now worthless and/or about to hyperinflate to oblivion again, unless you are a tax dodger, keeping all your USD safely underneath your nan's mattress.
The Zimbabwean Government has also started intercepting payments being made through the banking system.Zimbabwe has been using US Dollars since their own currency went defunct a few years back, and as a controversial measure to boost local as opposed to foreign business, the government recently flipped this move, mandatorily converting all USD bank savings into a 'new Zimbabwe dollar currency'. Effectively, all your savings are now worthless and/or about to hyperinflate to oblivion again, unless you are a tax dodger, keeping all your USD safely underneath your nan's mattress.
Company A makes a payment from their bank account to Company B but the Government diverts the payment to their account.
This is blatant theft but I suspect that the life expectancy of anyone that complains is incredibly short.
Companies now have to pay their suppliers in cash which has to be physically delivered to the supplier.
Not quite a good deed but...
I'm on a private FB group with 80k members. It's a banter / car group, anything allowed.
Plenty of jokes about peoples Mums, Corsa drivers wanting to sleep with 14 year olds, etc.
Anyway a post was put up
"Sex is better when....." and you'd add a funny comment.
Some kid put "when she's not old enough...or is that too much".
Obviously a joke, harmless for that group.
Some idiot called Greg reported the above kid to his employer which cost him his job, it turns out.
Cue the group, suddenly culled this Greg, over 3k comments and in the course of this Greg was also making lewd comments, Greg works for a council in their fostering department, he said comments about "i shagged a 10 year old with my snake...honest" on previous posts.
About 50 people then E-mailed and messaged into Greg's work, I believe Greg is now going through disciplinary process which may mean he is fired.
Meanwhile the original kid thanks to the admins of the FB group and many members contacting his work, managed to get his job back.
I'm on a private FB group with 80k members. It's a banter / car group, anything allowed.
Plenty of jokes about peoples Mums, Corsa drivers wanting to sleep with 14 year olds, etc.
Anyway a post was put up
"Sex is better when....." and you'd add a funny comment.
Some kid put "when she's not old enough...or is that too much".
Obviously a joke, harmless for that group.
Some idiot called Greg reported the above kid to his employer which cost him his job, it turns out.
Cue the group, suddenly culled this Greg, over 3k comments and in the course of this Greg was also making lewd comments, Greg works for a council in their fostering department, he said comments about "i shagged a 10 year old with my snake...honest" on previous posts.
About 50 people then E-mailed and messaged into Greg's work, I believe Greg is now going through disciplinary process which may mean he is fired.
Meanwhile the original kid thanks to the admins of the FB group and many members contacting his work, managed to get his job back.
NinjaPower said:
I work in the motor trade and I've pretty much stopped recommending anything to friends or family such as mechanics, garages, car makes or models, or anything else.
If I ever recommend a decent mechanic or garage to someone, 9 times out of 10 I will get a complaint at a later date along the lines of "That bloody garage you recommend cost me £30 an hour to fix my car! I thought you said they were good!"
I even had an old work colleague go mad me with because a mechanic I know charged him £80 Labour to fit a clutch to his Fiat. 80 sodding quid to fit a clutch and he was annoyed. Unbelievable.
So that's it now... I don't try to help. People ask me to help with their motoring issues and I just play dumb and say I don't know anyone. They know I'm lying but I don't care.
This x 1000If I ever recommend a decent mechanic or garage to someone, 9 times out of 10 I will get a complaint at a later date along the lines of "That bloody garage you recommend cost me £30 an hour to fix my car! I thought you said they were good!"
I even had an old work colleague go mad me with because a mechanic I know charged him £80 Labour to fit a clutch to his Fiat. 80 sodding quid to fit a clutch and he was annoyed. Unbelievable.
So that's it now... I don't try to help. People ask me to help with their motoring issues and I just play dumb and say I don't know anyone. They know I'm lying but I don't care.
Used to work for a construction firm and had exactly the same as above with recommending plumbers, electricians etc.
NinjaPower said:
I work in the motor trade and I've pretty much stopped recommending anything to friends or family such as mechanics, garages, car makes or models, or anything else.
If I ever recommend a decent mechanic or garage to someone, 9 times out of 10 I will get a complaint at a later date along the lines of "That bloody garage you recommend cost me £30 an hour to fix my car! I thought you said they were good!"
I even had an old work colleague go mad me with because a mechanic I know charged him £80 Labour to fit a clutch to his Fiat. 80 sodding quid to fit a clutch and he was annoyed. Unbelievable.
So that's it now... I don't try to help. People ask me to help with their motoring issues and I just play dumb and say I don't know anyone. They know I'm lying but I don't care.
My old work started doing £99 services which I suggested to a friend of mine as a cheaper option. They duly book their car in (R reg Fiesta). So far so good. Car gets dropped off and the tech comes up for the parts which I have ordered in, less than 5 mins later comes back saying come and look at this...The car was completely rotten underneath and was written off pretty much on the ramp. I never said to any of my friends to have a service at my work again. If I ever recommend a decent mechanic or garage to someone, 9 times out of 10 I will get a complaint at a later date along the lines of "That bloody garage you recommend cost me £30 an hour to fix my car! I thought you said they were good!"
I even had an old work colleague go mad me with because a mechanic I know charged him £80 Labour to fit a clutch to his Fiat. 80 sodding quid to fit a clutch and he was annoyed. Unbelievable.
So that's it now... I don't try to help. People ask me to help with their motoring issues and I just play dumb and say I don't know anyone. They know I'm lying but I don't care.
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