No good deed goes unpunished
Discussion
AlexHat said:
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.
Yeah but he could have spent more than £99 to be told the same thing. You did him a favour if his car was f""ked it would be better that he wasn't driving it. And better coming from you, a mate, where hopefully he'd recognise you weren't messing him around. Nobody likes being told they are going to have to come up with more money than they wanted to but it was going to be inevitable for them at their next MOT surely?
PAULJ5555 said:
Never let anyone join the highway if its your right of way, you will regret it further up the road.
Lesson learned many many times until I drew a line and stopped doing it.
Lesson learned many many times until I drew a line and stopped doing it.
Already done earlier in the thread chap.
I said:
Letting other vehicles out of turnings. I'm sure there used to be a time in the very distant past where there was an unwritten law that if someone let you out you waved a thanks and got your toe down. This doesn't happen anymore and any vehicle you are kind enough to let out will proceed to drive at 20 mph for the next 10 miles with no way to overtake them. So I'm afraid I don't care that you've been sat straddling the carriageway blocking oncoming traffic for the past 5 mins, you're gonna be sitting there a while longer or at least until I've come past you.
All that jazz said:
PAULJ5555 said:
Never let anyone join the highway if its your right of way, you will regret it further up the road.
Lesson learned many many times until I drew a line and stopped doing it.
Lesson learned many many times until I drew a line and stopped doing it.
Already done earlier in the thread chap.
I said:
Letting other vehicles out of turnings. I'm sure there used to be a time in the very distant past where there was an unwritten law that if someone let you out you waved a thanks and got your toe down. This doesn't happen anymore and any vehicle you are kind enough to let out will proceed to drive at 20 mph for the next 10 miles with no way to overtake them. So I'm afraid I don't care that you've been sat straddling the carriageway blocking oncoming traffic for the past 5 mins, you're gonna be sitting there a while longer or at least until I've come past you.
Indeed, Happy Christmas and goodwill toward all men and that.
Last night, Mrs puts E-fag on the work top in the kitchen. It starts to roll off and I, with my cat like reactions, shoot out a hand to stop it just before it rolls on to the floor below. This was all to plan. Knocking over the almost full glass of coke i was pouring at the time was not part of the plan...
Last night, Mrs puts E-fag on the work top in the kitchen. It starts to roll off and I, with my cat like reactions, shoot out a hand to stop it just before it rolls on to the floor below. This was all to plan. Knocking over the almost full glass of coke i was pouring at the time was not part of the plan...
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.
A BS way of evaluating people's performance too, as mostly people with an axe to grind are the people to respond to feedback forms.My good deed was driving my sister and family to the airport so she could save £50 on a taxi.
Guess who gets a big crack on the windscreen on the way home and has to pay £50 excess to repair it?
I while ago my dad was stuck without a car so asked if he could borrow one of the fleet, no problem I said, even paid to add him to the insurance policy.
A week later he mentions to my brother that the oil light had come on. Upon further questioning it seems the oil light was on for his entire journey (around 40miles) , my brother asked if he had checked the oil- the answer NO. My brother explained that if he bought a 1L bottle of oil and put a small amount in to ensure the dipstick was at max that should do it but most importantly to let him or me know if the light was still on.
A few hours later, another call, there is a lot of smoke coming out of the car but it's "OK" as my dad is nearly home (another 30mile journey)
I then call my dad to find out what has happened, it seems that my dad couldn't understand the dipstick and had bought 5L of oil and thought it best to put ALL of it in!!!
This meant the 1.4 litre engine that usually has a capacity of 3.5l which now has 8L or more in it!!!
As a result the oil had been forced out of every bloody seal/gasket , oil had poured out of the rocker/head gasket all over the exhaust, filled the oil breather system and air box, blasted past the main seal filling the gearbox and not surprisingly the bottom end sounded like a washing machine with a brick in it.
I tried draining some oil out of it and fixing it only to get grief from my step mum about working on the car on THEIR driveway - well I wasn't going to drive off in it was I!?!? Next I was told that I should move the car before the neighbours start asking questions (apparently my loan car isn't good enough for their street)
I get the car recovered, end up condemning it and selling it for £30 as I couldn't be arsed to put a new engine in it. Next call from my dad, "can I borrow one of your other cars?"
Do you really think that after writing off a (previously) perfectly good car and not offering to pay a penny he will get another?!?
Don't you just love family!
A week later he mentions to my brother that the oil light had come on. Upon further questioning it seems the oil light was on for his entire journey (around 40miles) , my brother asked if he had checked the oil- the answer NO. My brother explained that if he bought a 1L bottle of oil and put a small amount in to ensure the dipstick was at max that should do it but most importantly to let him or me know if the light was still on.
A few hours later, another call, there is a lot of smoke coming out of the car but it's "OK" as my dad is nearly home (another 30mile journey)
I then call my dad to find out what has happened, it seems that my dad couldn't understand the dipstick and had bought 5L of oil and thought it best to put ALL of it in!!!
This meant the 1.4 litre engine that usually has a capacity of 3.5l which now has 8L or more in it!!!
As a result the oil had been forced out of every bloody seal/gasket , oil had poured out of the rocker/head gasket all over the exhaust, filled the oil breather system and air box, blasted past the main seal filling the gearbox and not surprisingly the bottom end sounded like a washing machine with a brick in it.
I tried draining some oil out of it and fixing it only to get grief from my step mum about working on the car on THEIR driveway - well I wasn't going to drive off in it was I!?!? Next I was told that I should move the car before the neighbours start asking questions (apparently my loan car isn't good enough for their street)
I get the car recovered, end up condemning it and selling it for £30 as I couldn't be arsed to put a new engine in it. Next call from my dad, "can I borrow one of your other cars?"
Do you really think that after writing off a (previously) perfectly good car and not offering to pay a penny he will get another?!?
Don't you just love family!
xjay1337 said:
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.
Cool story m9I'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.
HaroldBishop said:
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.
We had a policy of not recommending any tradesmen to the residents, but a large part of my tenants were elderly people. They would phone me up, upset that they were sat in the dark at home on their own beucase their electrics had tripped out. They didn't know any tradesmen, they didn't have any family, and basically I was the only person they knew to phone to get them an electrician/plumber/heating engineer etc.
So I would occasionally crack and give them some phone numbers of tradesmen that we use.
Inevitably, about a week later I would get an angry call from them claiming the tradesmen I gave them the number for was useless, didn't turn up, ripped them off, replaced things that didn't need replacing... all in their option of course. Sometimes they would even write a letter of complaint about me because of it.
So once again I was forced to develop the fk 'em attitude.
87 year old widow sat on her own in the cold and dark because the electric and heating has gone off and she doesn't know who to phone? Sorry. Can't help.
Sad but true.
A few years ago I was in the opticians picking up some glasses.
A tiny frail old lady came in with her specs snapped in two across the bridge - asked if the shop could repair them, which they couldn't. She needed some new glasses but didn't have the money to pay for them.
She was very upset and was about to leave - I collared the sales assistant, asked her to get her a new pair and I'd pay for them - but not to tell her anything (I was worried that her pride wouldn't let her accept something from a stranger).
Anyway little of lady got some new specs and left happy and able to see. I had to hang around to wait for the assistant to finish up so I could pay for the glasses. Ended up having to wait around 10 minutes
Got back to my car to find a £60 parking ticket which was administered 3 minutes before I got back to the car. Arse.
A tiny frail old lady came in with her specs snapped in two across the bridge - asked if the shop could repair them, which they couldn't. She needed some new glasses but didn't have the money to pay for them.
She was very upset and was about to leave - I collared the sales assistant, asked her to get her a new pair and I'd pay for them - but not to tell her anything (I was worried that her pride wouldn't let her accept something from a stranger).
Anyway little of lady got some new specs and left happy and able to see. I had to hang around to wait for the assistant to finish up so I could pay for the glasses. Ended up having to wait around 10 minutes
Got back to my car to find a £60 parking ticket which was administered 3 minutes before I got back to the car. Arse.
Well done MrG, life will pay you back somehow
Mr Gearchange said:
A few years ago I was in the opticians picking up some glasses.
A tiny frail old lady came in with her specs snapped in two across the bridge - asked if the shop could repair them, which they couldn't. She needed some new glasses but didn't have the money to pay for them.
She was very upset and was about to leave - I collared the sales assistant, asked her to get her a new pair and I'd pay for them - but not to tell her anything (I was worried that her pride wouldn't let her accept something from a stranger).
Anyway little of lady got some new specs and left happy and able to see. I had to hang around to wait for the assistant to finish up so I could pay for the glasses. Ended up having to wait around 10 minutes
Got back to my car to find a £60 parking ticket which was administered 3 minutes before I got back to the car. Arse.
A tiny frail old lady came in with her specs snapped in two across the bridge - asked if the shop could repair them, which they couldn't. She needed some new glasses but didn't have the money to pay for them.
She was very upset and was about to leave - I collared the sales assistant, asked her to get her a new pair and I'd pay for them - but not to tell her anything (I was worried that her pride wouldn't let her accept something from a stranger).
Anyway little of lady got some new specs and left happy and able to see. I had to hang around to wait for the assistant to finish up so I could pay for the glasses. Ended up having to wait around 10 minutes
Got back to my car to find a £60 parking ticket which was administered 3 minutes before I got back to the car. Arse.
I was at a funeral a year or so back. After the funeral I was asked to run a close family member of the deceased back to their house to pick something up urgently - then meet back at the wake (obviously time was of the essence here given we were just ahead of the funeral cars).
Turning round to pull out of the crematorium car park - I spotted a women driving the opposite way whose car had a flat, so I stopped to inform her so that she didn't continue to drive on it and knacker her car and/or have an accident. I then continued with my errand and made it to the wake on time.
A little later at the wake - a woman walks up to me and asks (is your car the XYZ). Yes I replied. Apparently this was the sister of the woman with the flat tyre was her sister and she was deeply unhappy that I hadn't changed the tyre for her. I get a gob full of abuse about 'abandoning a woman with a flat tyre' (there were perhaps 100+ people at the funeral and it was a dry, sunny day - not some dark country lane at midnight). On a normal day I probably would have helped (equality be damned) - but under the circumstances I thought the needs of my passenger took priority.
So an attempt at two good deeds turns into a torrent of abuse from a cocky gobste - just because my second good deed wasn't good enough. This kinda st makes you think "perhaps I should have just driven on and said nothing".
Turning round to pull out of the crematorium car park - I spotted a women driving the opposite way whose car had a flat, so I stopped to inform her so that she didn't continue to drive on it and knacker her car and/or have an accident. I then continued with my errand and made it to the wake on time.
A little later at the wake - a woman walks up to me and asks (is your car the XYZ). Yes I replied. Apparently this was the sister of the woman with the flat tyre was her sister and she was deeply unhappy that I hadn't changed the tyre for her. I get a gob full of abuse about 'abandoning a woman with a flat tyre' (there were perhaps 100+ people at the funeral and it was a dry, sunny day - not some dark country lane at midnight). On a normal day I probably would have helped (equality be damned) - but under the circumstances I thought the needs of my passenger took priority.
So an attempt at two good deeds turns into a torrent of abuse from a cocky gobste - just because my second good deed wasn't good enough. This kinda st makes you think "perhaps I should have just driven on and said nothing".
Edited by Moonhawk on Monday 12th December 19:02
So my car lease is up and the collecting company is due to come in the afternoon. The car needed serviced and the only day I can get the car serviced is the morning before it goes back. BMW clean the car after the service but not a good job. So I wanted to take it get a good clean, which is kinda of on the the way home. So driving home I see a car waiting to pull out of a busy high street, so I let him out.... bang a black taxi drives into the back of me!!! My license plate fell of in pieces and bumber was in a bad way, the black hack looks fine. We exchange details, he admitted fault and drives off.
So I quickly try to phone the collecting company to cancel the collection but too late collecting driver was not far (Journey from England - Scotland on trains and taxis). Anyway I get the car back home, driver turns up and refuses to take it which was obvious as it never had a rear license plate and I did try to cancel.
Also to add my car insurance finished a week earlier so I had temp insurance to take me to collection day. I phone the temp insurance who passes me about all day but I finally get somebody helpful on the phone, so it's arranged for garage to pick it up. He turns up without a flat back, refuses to take it. So I get new plates made up and take the car down myself. Takes 2 weeks to get a new bumber, a week over they stated.
Finally the car goes back the day before I go offshore for a month after begging the collection company who had to ring another collection company to lend them a driver.
I had to get another 2 weeks temp insurance with another company as the company I was with originally wouldn't insure me with a current claim in process and damaged car.
The excess was £1000 which took 4 months to get back and I had to pay another months lease and cancelation fee for the original collection.
Moral of the story is don't let somebody out.
So I quickly try to phone the collecting company to cancel the collection but too late collecting driver was not far (Journey from England - Scotland on trains and taxis). Anyway I get the car back home, driver turns up and refuses to take it which was obvious as it never had a rear license plate and I did try to cancel.
Also to add my car insurance finished a week earlier so I had temp insurance to take me to collection day. I phone the temp insurance who passes me about all day but I finally get somebody helpful on the phone, so it's arranged for garage to pick it up. He turns up without a flat back, refuses to take it. So I get new plates made up and take the car down myself. Takes 2 weeks to get a new bumber, a week over they stated.
Finally the car goes back the day before I go offshore for a month after begging the collection company who had to ring another collection company to lend them a driver.
I had to get another 2 weeks temp insurance with another company as the company I was with originally wouldn't insure me with a current claim in process and damaged car.
The excess was £1000 which took 4 months to get back and I had to pay another months lease and cancelation fee for the original collection.
Moral of the story is don't let somebody out.
Edited by Bushman1 on Monday 12th December 22:11
EddyP said:
A month ago my sister took her kids to a children in need fundraiser, driving home she was killed by a guy on the wrong side of the road, leaving two children in need.
Moral of the story. Life sucks.
Moral of the story. Life sucks.
Compared to our tame stories about cold paninis and a £60 fine I think you have had the worst by far.
My condolences for your loss. How are the kids coping?
Moonhawk said:
I was at a funeral a year or so back. After the funeral I was asked to run a close family member of the deceased back to their house to pick something up urgently - then meet back at the wake (obviously time was of the essence here given we were just ahead of the funeral cars).
Turning round to pull out of the crematorium car park - I spotted a women driving the opposite way whose car had a flat, so I stopped to inform her so that she didn't continue to drive on it and knacker her car and/or have an accident. I then continued with my errand and made it to the wake on time.
A little later at the wake - a woman walks up to me and asks (is your car the XYZ). Yes I replied. Apparently this was the sister of the woman with the flat tyre was her sister and she was deeply unhappy that I hadn't changed the tyre for her. I get a gob full of abuse about 'abandoning a woman with a flat tyre' (there were perhaps 100+ people at the funeral and it was a dry, sunny day - not some dark country lane at midnight). On a normal day I probably would have helped (equality be damned) - but under the circumstances I thought the needs of my passenger took priority.
So an attempt at two good deeds turns into a torrent of abuse from a cocky gobste - just because my second good deed wasn't good enough. This kinda st makes you think "perhaps I should have just driven on and said nothing".
I'd have told her to fk off as soon as she started her tirade. Who does she think she is? Try paying £40 per year for breakdown assistance and you won't have to rely on strangers. bh.Turning round to pull out of the crematorium car park - I spotted a women driving the opposite way whose car had a flat, so I stopped to inform her so that she didn't continue to drive on it and knacker her car and/or have an accident. I then continued with my errand and made it to the wake on time.
A little later at the wake - a woman walks up to me and asks (is your car the XYZ). Yes I replied. Apparently this was the sister of the woman with the flat tyre was her sister and she was deeply unhappy that I hadn't changed the tyre for her. I get a gob full of abuse about 'abandoning a woman with a flat tyre' (there were perhaps 100+ people at the funeral and it was a dry, sunny day - not some dark country lane at midnight). On a normal day I probably would have helped (equality be damned) - but under the circumstances I thought the needs of my passenger took priority.
So an attempt at two good deeds turns into a torrent of abuse from a cocky gobste - just because my second good deed wasn't good enough. This kinda st makes you think "perhaps I should have just driven on and said nothing".
Edited by Moonhawk on Monday 12th December 19:02
I learnt a long time ago that in the vast majority of situations where you spot something out of place it really is best to keep schtum and pretend you haven't noticed as the moment you open your gob is the moment you get roped in to sorting it out.
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