While sat on Peterborough services last Thursday a Motorhome pulled up next to me & the driver approached me. I let the window down & he started the story, he was Irish & the services would not accept his Euro’s & could I run him into Peterborough to a bank. I said no & why does he not use the cash machine in the services to get £’s. He then called me a racist for not helping him, I am from Irish stock on my parent’s side so that was crap I said. he then offered me 50 euro’s to run him, I still said no. I wound the window up & set off on my way. But with more people in the Motorhome I felt un-easy!
This has happened to me before but they usually want Fuel out of the tank because the garage won’t accept Euro’s. I’m sure they would?
Too often. Once in my much younger days at the start of my driving career I was sucked in by the story of doom so said yes you can have 10 litres. Side door of van opens and inside is a 45 gallon drum with an industrial sized pump. Dread to think how much he took. Worse thing was he was back knocking on my door at 2am with the same sob story. Now I say no before they even start talking. One the other day said ‘but you don’t know what I want’, I said the answer is still no.
Our travelling friends used to frequent Wooley Edge svcs. Usual bs about being ‘down on their luck’ and could you spare a few litres of diesel. Always said no. I once came back from the toilets to see them driving around the car park in a brand new Transit.
“Jaysus boss, ye couldn’t spare a few layters a daysul and help a man out I’ve ta bring de muder te hoshpital. Ill give ye 20 pound sir for a few layters, 20 pound sir tis all I have to me name”.
Had one a couple of weeks ago call me over to his car and asked me did I want to buy any cigarettes and when I told him I didn’t smoke he then asked me did I want to buy a brand new Samsung tablet that he supposedly had a load of them in the boot goin cheap.
Does the bloke with the gold chains still visit birch services i worked with a fella who going thru a divorce and his head was a shed,he spent 300 quid on some gold off him ,it wasnt worth 3quid,he said he was going to take it back but i left the job and never found out what happened.
I had this a few years ago, got approached by an Irish chap on South Mimms, similar yarn, long story short, I felt sorry for him, gave him (unwisely) the benefit of the doubt and let him have a bit of juice from my tank, about 10litres from the size of the container he had…
My honest intention was to tell the boss on my return as I felt he’d maybe have returned and taken some anyway.
About five mins after he’d taken the fuel and given me £10 (which seemed more than fair) a police van turned up and I was arrested for theft (of my employers fuel!)
!!!
One night in South Mimms (or thereabouts) cells, I was released without charge on the condition I informed my employer of what had happened!
I did hrs that, he saw the funny side and left it at that!!!
I’ve never fallen for it since, it’s subsequently happened a fair few times, always variations on the same theme…
Yes, happened to me at Telford, I politely explained that I couldn’t help him and he instantly became extremely aggressive and threatening, so I jumped out of the cab with a lump hammer and screamed at him “■■■■ off you Irish ■■■■■ ■■■■ or I’ll cave your head in”. I swung the lump hammer at his head, he ducked and so unfortunately I missed, but he jumped into his van and screamed off at top speed.
My mate was approached to enquire if he wanted to buy the latest TV to the market years before flat screens he did took him couple of years to admit when he got it home the back was full of bricks
TruckingHell:
About five mins after he’d taken the fuel and given me £10 (which seemed more than fair) a police van turned up and I was arrested for theft (of my employers fuel!)
Was it a police sting or had theu been watching the bloke who paid you for a while.
Harry Monk:
Yes, happened to me at Telford, I politely explained that I couldn’t help him and he instantly became extremely aggressive and threatening, so I jumped out of the cab with a lump hammer and screamed at him “[zb] off you Irish [zb] [zb] or I’ll cave your head in”. I swung the lump hammer at his head, he ducked and so unfortunately I missed, but he jumped into his van and screamed off at top speed.
Harry Monk:
Yes, happened to me at Telford, I politely explained that I couldn’t help him and he instantly became extremely aggressive and threatening, so I jumped out of the cab with a lump hammer and screamed at him “[zb] off you Irish [zb] [zb] or I’ll cave your head in”. I swung the lump hammer at his head, he ducked and so unfortunately I missed, but he jumped into his van and screamed off at top speed.
switchlogic:
This thread will disappear very shortly
whatever do you mean? please expand
I see mention of a motorhome in the OPs post. Was this a code word for c a r a v a n?
I expect as soon as someone mentions mobile house trailers, that will be enough to make this thread vanish without trace.
So please be careful chaps, don’t mention caravans, OK?
I find a distinct problem with Black Rastas stopping me at the services and asking for diesel, or Asians. None of you guys are seeing this too though ?
Harry Monk:
Yes, happened to me at Telford, I politely explained that I couldn’t help him and he instantly became extremely aggressive and threatening, so I jumped out of the cab with a lump hammer and screamed at him “[zb] off you Irish [zb] [zb] or I’ll cave your head in”. I swung the lump hammer at his head, he ducked and so unfortunately I missed, but he jumped into his van and screamed off at top speed.
I felt really good afterwards.
I had the same experience (well, right up to just before the bit with the lump hammer anyway). I was filling up at the BP just off M1 J22. He wanted to buy “a few litres” off me for 50 quid. I turned him down and told him my employer wouldn’t take kindly to me stealing the firm’s diesel. He immediately became very aggressive, said I was accusing him of being a thief and snuck in the racist card while he was at it. Then he wanted to go toe-to-toe with me on the forecourt. I could see he was a handy bloke, and I knew he wasn’t alone (he was in a car, there was a small truck floating around as well) so all I could really do was simply tell him he was wasting his time and I wasn’t interested. At this he suddenly switched to being all “matey” and offered to shake my hand. I just turned and went into the kiosk to pay. for my fuel.
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