A little too trusting for my own good...
ok... this is a little embarassing... I'll try to keep it brief.

Lived for 3 years in that london in a nice block of flats, lots of rental properties so there were always people moving in and out etc.

Bloke rings doorbell, introduces himself as having just moved into flat at end of corridoor and is jangling keys in confident manner, nice to meet you says I thinking how nice it was that he came to say hello...

Long story short he proceeds to tell me that he has a taxi waiting outside, and his wife isn't in so could he borrow some cash to pay the taxi driver and hell pay me back as soon as she arrives, it was only seven quid.... my initial thought was no... but it was only £7, and in the same situation I'd like to think my neighbours would help me out (there were no cash machines nearby)so I go in search of some cash... I return and say there you go £7 happy that even if I never got the cash back I had been a good samaritan... the clever bugger then goes 'oh no, sorry its £17' making out like I had misheard... so I handed over £20... *hangs head in relived shame*

I told my mates what had happened, and they cheerfully called me a gullible tosser whilst I argued that he could be genuine and that they would feel bad when he dropped the cash back the next day, al the while with a sinking feeling in my heart.

I never did get the cash back, and I overheard someone else talking about 'some conman in the building knocking on everyones door'...

On a similar vein, people don't often run out of petrol, the guy asking you is just trying to get cash together... even I don't fall for that one ;)
(fatharry, Thu 18 Oct 2007, 17:38, Reply)