Slaving away for a few extra hours to make my minted-rich boss even richer, whilst earning myself a few pennies to make my existance more bearable.
(can you tell I dont like my job?)
After I was finished I was just leaving and spotted someone lurking about at the gate.
Randoms at the gate after hours are nearly always pikeys (I work at a caravan dealership) "Haw man, how muckle is yer cheapest van, like?"
[Snatch] I fooking HATE pikeys[/Snatch]
Anyway, this guy looked a lot better dressed than the average new-age traveller so I asked what he was after. He had quite a strong foreign accent, Spanish or Italian maybe, I couldnt tell. He wanted a mains connection lead for a caravan, but had been stuck in traffic hence him arriving after we shut. The alarm was set by then and I didnt want to open up again as I would get a rollocking for it tomorrow. I considered sending the guy to the boss`s house next door to ask, but seeing as the boss is such a miserable chuff, he would either just refuse or charge the guy triple "for the inconvenience"
The poor guy was stuck without the lead so I told him to follow me and we went up to my garage, which is the old workshop/store for work as I reckoned there was bound to be a few old leads lying around. Sure enough there was one, which I gave to the guy. He asked how much I wanted.
Seeing as the lead would just end up in the bin eventually, I didnt want anything for it. He insisted so I said £5. He said he would give me something worth more than that instead.
From the boot fo his car he produced a folio of paintings. Turns out he was an art student and had done them all himself. He allowed me to take my pick.
I was gob-smacked. the paintings were fabulous quality.
He insisted I take one, so I chose this...
Cheers mate.
[Edited on 17/5/05 by dave dickson]
