A woman knocked on my door and introduced herself as Mrs Williams from down the road. She said she’d locked herself out and needed money to get to work. I gave her some money (£6.20). She said her husband Steve would drop it round later. Steve never came. Should I call Crimewatch? Or would they just laugh in my foolish, trusting face?
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By the way, I need ten pounds to keep the servers on. David will pay you back when he gets in.
MY NAME IS KWANKIE AKEYOBOA. MY FATHER WAS A RICH GOLD BARON IN ZIMBABWE. HE HAS BEEN THROWN IN JAIL FOR SUPPORTING THE OPPOSITION PARTY. THROUGH VARIOUS CONTACTS, YOUR NAME HAS APPEARED TO ME AS THE BEST PERSON TO HELP IN THIS SITUATION. I REQUIRE £6.20 SENT IMMEDIATELY TO THIS ADDRESS SO I CAN CATCH THE BUS TO TRANSFER MONEY INTO A SWISS BANK ACCOUNT. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU ARE REWARDED WITH $3000000.
YOURS
"WANKY"
Officially, it's called a Love Nest
If you give the person money, then you're a sucker. If you don't, then you are a cheap bastard who doesn't care for his fellow man.
In the ideal world, we'd all know our neighbours at least well enough to recognise them. However, having lived in this flat for 6 years, I only know the girl who lives beneath us.
On a slightly different topic, does anyone else get annoyed when a courier leave your parcel with a neighbour? He might as well be handing it to a random stranger in the street. We had some squatters living next door for a while. The courier gave them my Amazon order. Three days later, one of the squatters handed it to my downstairs neighbour, who gave it to me. It had been torn open. I guess they didn't want a book of Factory Records cover art.
She turned up again a few months ago with a different story.
We're always being tapped up nowadays for money by our neighbours. It comes with the (council estate) territory.
He told us that a bunch of rock stars were in town to do some charity concert for South Africa...God, the more I say, the stupider I feel. Needless to say, I was a naive 18 year old.