No good deed goes unpunished
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Something that my old Dad has trotted out for years...
Saw this in the How honest are you thread.
Obviously she reaches the counter first.
There is one person covering take away and chocolate. They are neither attractive nor swift.
Yummy mummy orders most complicated and extraordinary concoction since Macbeth dropped in on 3 old ladies.
I could have cried. Now my loving thought was going to have to be a later than I should be apology.
Yes I also held the door on the way out, just as two little old ladies arrived.
I held the door open for them. Obviously. I should have then walked out but no.
I wanted 2 chocolates. I knew the ones I wanted. I knew roughly how much they would cost.
Lols. Wanted 6 chocolates. It was quickly apparent they were not sure which 6 they wanted.
Just as they had paid (after changing box design and settling on a sparkling red and silver ribbon) and had been handed the box they decided they would get one each.
The whimper in my head seemed loud enough to be heard aloud.
What good deeds have backfired on you?
Saw this in the How honest are you thread.
CandC said:
Had a couple.
Was waiting in a fairly long queue at the cash machine in town when the woman in front of me finished and walked away from the machine.
I went to put my card in and realised the atm was on the menu asking if you wanted cash with receipt, cash without receipt, statement etc.
Realised she'd left her card in the machine with the PIN entered.
Hit "cancel" to return the card, then ran after her up the street and gave her the card back.
I don't think she realised what had happened as she looked a bit perplexed at some strange bloke handing her her bank card, but then it dawned and she thanked me.
Went back to the atm and joined the back of the queue again...
Last Saturday I thought, on a whim, it would be nice to buy one of the Mrs favourite chocolates for her and one for me to have with a hot drink when we got home. I arrived at the door just ahead of a pleasant looking late 20 something lady with pram and obviously held the door open for her, exchanging thanks and smiles.Was waiting in a fairly long queue at the cash machine in town when the woman in front of me finished and walked away from the machine.
I went to put my card in and realised the atm was on the menu asking if you wanted cash with receipt, cash without receipt, statement etc.
Realised she'd left her card in the machine with the PIN entered.
Hit "cancel" to return the card, then ran after her up the street and gave her the card back.
I don't think she realised what had happened as she looked a bit perplexed at some strange bloke handing her her bank card, but then it dawned and she thanked me.
Went back to the atm and joined the back of the queue again...
Obviously she reaches the counter first.
There is one person covering take away and chocolate. They are neither attractive nor swift.
Yummy mummy orders most complicated and extraordinary concoction since Macbeth dropped in on 3 old ladies.
I could have cried. Now my loving thought was going to have to be a later than I should be apology.
Yes I also held the door on the way out, just as two little old ladies arrived.
I held the door open for them. Obviously. I should have then walked out but no.
I wanted 2 chocolates. I knew the ones I wanted. I knew roughly how much they would cost.
Lols. Wanted 6 chocolates. It was quickly apparent they were not sure which 6 they wanted.
Just as they had paid (after changing box design and settling on a sparkling red and silver ribbon) and had been handed the box they decided they would get one each.
The whimper in my head seemed loud enough to be heard aloud.
What good deeds have backfired on you?
Edited by Rude-boy on Wednesday 7th December 21:20
I found a purse containing driving licence, credit cards, cash etc on the way home from work one morning so passed it onto my neighbour who worked for the bank that issued the cards.
The owner got all their stuff back that morning without the hassle of sorting replacements.
Later that afternoon someone drove into the back of my car and wrote it off.
The owner got all their stuff back that morning without the hassle of sorting replacements.
Later that afternoon someone drove into the back of my car and wrote it off.
This afternoon I popped out for lunch. Went to the food counter and picked up one of the paninis and a drink. The nice lady heated up my panini and asked me to go and pay at the main till as normal. I paused a few metres away from the till to count £3 in change and noticed a young woman walking towards me. I smiled at her and let her go past, politely. She slowed as she walked past, so I said "I'm just paying for a panini and a Coke, if you're quick then you can jump in front."
I wish I'd have just kept my place in line as she made a complete hash of a trip to the petrol station. She first forgot her pump number, so had to run back to the door to see what number she was, then paid and asked for a lighter. The cashier asked her for ID (she looked young), to which she said it was in her car and she had to run out and get it. Her card was in the machine so when I asked, I was told I had to wait until she finished her transaction before I could pay for my hot meal. When she got back, her card was declined so she asked if she could split the payment. £40 on card became £30 (declined) and then a tenner was put on the card and she ran out to the car again to get her purse, came back in to find she didn't have enough money and subsequently walked to the ATM outside to get cash out. I could see her through the window and she used the time to send a text or two on her phone too.
After five minutes in the queue (she was just walking back but I assumed there would be another complication) I got fed up and left the panini, drove back to the office and bought a salad from the works canteen. To get back to the office, it's a short drive to the next roundabout to do a 180 and go back on yourself. Took me perhaps a minute, but I noticed as I drove past that the woman wasn't at the counter and the queue hadn't moved.
I wish I'd have just kept my place in line as she made a complete hash of a trip to the petrol station. She first forgot her pump number, so had to run back to the door to see what number she was, then paid and asked for a lighter. The cashier asked her for ID (she looked young), to which she said it was in her car and she had to run out and get it. Her card was in the machine so when I asked, I was told I had to wait until she finished her transaction before I could pay for my hot meal. When she got back, her card was declined so she asked if she could split the payment. £40 on card became £30 (declined) and then a tenner was put on the card and she ran out to the car again to get her purse, came back in to find she didn't have enough money and subsequently walked to the ATM outside to get cash out. I could see her through the window and she used the time to send a text or two on her phone too.
After five minutes in the queue (she was just walking back but I assumed there would be another complication) I got fed up and left the panini, drove back to the office and bought a salad from the works canteen. To get back to the office, it's a short drive to the next roundabout to do a 180 and go back on yourself. Took me perhaps a minute, but I noticed as I drove past that the woman wasn't at the counter and the queue hadn't moved.
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!
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!
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!
So my grandfather died a few months back. In the five years prior to his death I saw him pretty much every day, spent every Summer painting the outside of his house, the railings, gates, his shed, etc, weeded his garden, I painted his hallway and his bathroom, I drove him round everywhere for a number of weeks after he had an operation and couldn't drive himself, I went round and changed his lightbulbs for him, I rodded his blocked, collapsed drains every 3 months for 2-3 years until I eventually got so fed up of it I lifted the block paving and dug the trench (about a tonne of dirt) down to the drain in order to have it replaced with a new one, cleaned his windows and so on and so forth.
So he dies and we get the will. He's left my mother the house and about £23k in cash, my brother (who lives hundreds of miles away and he only saw occasionally) his stocks and shares worth about £6k and he leaves me his battered 20 year old Ford Fiesta with the dodgy locks (you'd have to climb through the boot if you locked it from the wrong side) worth £50 at scrap and the contents of his house (read: junk, 8 x 100l boxes of it currently taking up my garage).
TL:DR; grandfather died, mum and bro get a windfall, I get more f
king chores by way of a house clearance and rubbish disposal.
So he dies and we get the will. He's left my mother the house and about £23k in cash, my brother (who lives hundreds of miles away and he only saw occasionally) his stocks and shares worth about £6k and he leaves me his battered 20 year old Ford Fiesta with the dodgy locks (you'd have to climb through the boot if you locked it from the wrong side) worth £50 at scrap and the contents of his house (read: junk, 8 x 100l boxes of it currently taking up my garage).
TL:DR; grandfather died, mum and bro get a windfall, I get more f
king chores by way of a house clearance and rubbish disposal. 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.
Few years ago, got home from work, only half a day as last working day before Christmas.
My doddery old neighbour was outside looking confused. Its Christmas I thought, I'll stop for a chat instead of avoid.
Turns out he needs to go to the bank...ok Christmas, I'll give you a lift.
Drive a mile or so to the bank, no parking, pull up in a loading zone to drop him off. 2 traffic wardens stood on the curb. Wait here says old man, I'll square it with the traffic wardens. He gets out, talks to the traffic wardens, tells me its ok to wait. I get out of the car and ask them again is it ok to wait for him here. One of them tells me its ok.
Old dude totters off at a snail’s pace towards his bank. Once he’s out of sight one of the wardens puts a ticket on my car! I enquire as to why he ticketed me when not two mins ago I was told its ok to wait. The reply from the one on the left pointing to his colleague "he said it was ok, not me"!
Nice 60 quid Christmas present.
My doddery old neighbour was outside looking confused. Its Christmas I thought, I'll stop for a chat instead of avoid.
Turns out he needs to go to the bank...ok Christmas, I'll give you a lift.
Drive a mile or so to the bank, no parking, pull up in a loading zone to drop him off. 2 traffic wardens stood on the curb. Wait here says old man, I'll square it with the traffic wardens. He gets out, talks to the traffic wardens, tells me its ok to wait. I get out of the car and ask them again is it ok to wait for him here. One of them tells me its ok.
Old dude totters off at a snail’s pace towards his bank. Once he’s out of sight one of the wardens puts a ticket on my car! I enquire as to why he ticketed me when not two mins ago I was told its ok to wait. The reply from the one on the left pointing to his colleague "he said it was ok, not me"!
Nice 60 quid Christmas present.
A couple of weeks ago on a leisurely family walk around a lake, I was the only witness to a temporarily unsupervised toddler (approx. 18 months) tumbling out of sight behind some uneven ground and falling into the water.
Covering the distance at a sprint and with one leg plunged knee-deep in filthy lake water, I managed to pull her out within about 5 seconds of falling in – luckily her bulky coat had kept her face just above water. Reunited safely with her rather sheepish and apologetic father who’d left her and her older brother alone at a picnic table while he queued for hot drinks at a mobile van.
Obviously it would have been better if I’d been able to stop her getting wet in the first place, the image of her terrified little face looking up at me is hard to forget.
Feeling pretty pleased with myself about a good deed done, the very next day (while my trainer was still soaking wet) my beautiful little daughter (also 18 months) managed to take a tumble of her own and knock one of her top central incisors clean out in a freak accident with the furniture.
Devastated. Thanks for nothing Universe. (daughter was fine by the way, not bothered in the slightest about the tooth!)
Covering the distance at a sprint and with one leg plunged knee-deep in filthy lake water, I managed to pull her out within about 5 seconds of falling in – luckily her bulky coat had kept her face just above water. Reunited safely with her rather sheepish and apologetic father who’d left her and her older brother alone at a picnic table while he queued for hot drinks at a mobile van.
Obviously it would have been better if I’d been able to stop her getting wet in the first place, the image of her terrified little face looking up at me is hard to forget.
Feeling pretty pleased with myself about a good deed done, the very next day (while my trainer was still soaking wet) my beautiful little daughter (also 18 months) managed to take a tumble of her own and knock one of her top central incisors clean out in a freak accident with the furniture.
Devastated. Thanks for nothing Universe. (daughter was fine by the way, not bothered in the slightest about the tooth!)
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.
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.
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.
Liokault said:
Few years ago, got home from work, only half a day as last working day before Christmas.
My doddery old neighbour was outside looking confused. Its Christmas I thought, I'll stop for a chat instead of avoid.
Turns out he needs to go to the bank...ok Christmas, I'll give you a lift.
Drive a mile or so to the bank, no parking, pull up in a loading zone to drop him off. 2 traffic wardens stood on the curb. Wait here says old man, I'll square it with the traffic wardens. He gets out, talks to the traffic wardens, tells me its ok to wait. I get out of the car and ask them again is it ok to wait for him here. One of them tells me its ok.
Old dude totters off at a snail’s pace towards his bank. Once he’s out of sight one of the wardens puts a ticket on my car! I enquire as to why he ticketed me when not two mins ago I was told its ok to wait. The reply from the one on the left pointing to his colleague "he said it was ok, not me"!
Nice 60 quid Christmas present.
Nothing more pleasant than a jobsworth power crazed traffic wMy doddery old neighbour was outside looking confused. Its Christmas I thought, I'll stop for a chat instead of avoid.
Turns out he needs to go to the bank...ok Christmas, I'll give you a lift.
Drive a mile or so to the bank, no parking, pull up in a loading zone to drop him off. 2 traffic wardens stood on the curb. Wait here says old man, I'll square it with the traffic wardens. He gets out, talks to the traffic wardens, tells me its ok to wait. I get out of the car and ask them again is it ok to wait for him here. One of them tells me its ok.
Old dude totters off at a snail’s pace towards his bank. Once he’s out of sight one of the wardens puts a ticket on my car! I enquire as to why he ticketed me when not two mins ago I was told its ok to wait. The reply from the one on the left pointing to his colleague "he said it was ok, not me"!
Nice 60 quid Christmas present.
ker! It seems karma is geographically fickle.
If you have money in India, you'd better hope it is in a bank, not in cash.
Any cash in Rs500 and Rs1000 notes suddenly became void a few weeks back as part of a controversial government strategy to tackle tax avoidance by businesses who kept their income/ assets hidden in cash.
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.
If you have money in India, you'd better hope it is in a bank, not in cash.
Any cash in Rs500 and Rs1000 notes suddenly became void a few weeks back as part of a controversial government strategy to tackle tax avoidance by businesses who kept their income/ assets hidden in cash.
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.
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