What is the cheekiest thing someone has asked of you?

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There have been many but reading on another thread about the CFery of a school mum reminded me of a time when my DC were at primary.
A mum asked if I’d mind picking her DC up from school and taking them to another school a few miles away where they were competing in an intersports thing. My DC were competing too so I agreed assuming she was working.
When we got there, said mum was already there in the front row with her DH & DPs. I asked what was going on, she replied that they wanted a good seat and parking so didn’t want to wait until their DC finished school so they could get their first. I was absolutely stunned…I still laugh at the audacity of this years later🤣🤣

My mum had just died, late the day before. My horrendous SiL rang me, with lots of background party noise, and said, sorry your mum died, now, can you give me some employment advice for my son? (I'm an HR Manager)

The pair of them turned it around into me being selfish as she needed it and I didn't.

She also couldn't make the journey to her nieces funeral as it was too far, but she did it in a heartbeat for free baby stuff. It's OK though, she made sure to get plenty of sympathy on Facebook about my daughter, who she never met, sent a card for, saw a photo of, or even sent a sympathy card for.

Honestly, divorcing my way out of that family was the best thing I ever did.

I absolutely love that her DD dobbed her in!!! How wonderful!!!!

@YoureStuckOnMeLikeATattoohoohoo I just want to give you a bloody massive hug.

It's about 4h 15m, but if you leave early, stop for a hearty breakfast, then hearty elevenses, then a hearty lunch; and you have 5 children in the car with you, only one of whom 'needs' a protracted wee at every service station...

Please, work with me here

A friend came to me in tears asking if I could help with childcare for her 3 YO for a month until he started school. Her childminder had quit and neither her or her DP could change their days off. I worked Tuesday-Friday and she asked me to cover Monday which I did. She only worked 2 days a week.

It was a pain in the arse dragging my DC out of bed to get to her house but I did it until I ran into her mum who said her son was still in a childminder.

When I confronted her she said she wanted a 'day off' with her partner so she moved her son from a Monday to a Friday with the childminder and then her partner changed his day off to Friday and asked me to cover the Monday - she couldn't see anything wrong with this.

She text to apologise about a week later and I just said I would drop it. She immediately text and asked could I now take her son to school every Monday and Wednesday because she had to be in work and her childminder didn't cover the school her DC was going to. When I said no, it was impossible I would be late for work on the Wednesday not to mention it would be impossible to get my DC to school (different school) on time she said "I know I should have enrolled my son in the same school as your DC, that would have solved all of this mess, we'll try it my way for a few weeks and if it doesn't work I'll look into moving him!" I said no, I won't be trying anything and she and her partner needed to work it out and she blocked me!

Bumped into a friend and her mum at the supermarket when I was a teen out shopping with my mum and dad and the friend’s mum asked my mum and dad if they would give her and my ‘friend’ a lift home along with their multiple bags of shopping. The mum was a bit of a character. Had multiple affairs and my so-called friend ended up sleeping with my boyfriend a few years later. Like mother like daughter 🙄

Kids doing that is not the same as adults. Kids not always aware of the rules and even if they were, aged 8 and 10 and completely on their own I think most compassionate adults/cafe owners would let that one slide.

Have a hug from me too. I'm so sorry for what you've been through. 💐

Another not very cheeky but still -
I put an item on Facebook to sell at €X and said it could be collected from my town or I could meet in Town A or Town B. One lady replied asking could I bring it to Town C (further away). I said ok. She then asked what was my best price.
I had another person interested who would collect it from my house and didn't quibble about the price. So I told CF I was going to go with the more convenient customer. She wasn't happy about that and sent me a pissed off message.

But didn't reflect on her role in her disappointment

That's absolutely text-book for a CF.

Like with the ones who expect free lifts everywhere, but don't ever see why they should possibly pay towards the now-joint costs - claiming that 'you were going there anyway'.

Obviously that's absolutely not the same as trying to dump extra kids on you for childcare; but a half-decent non-CF would welcome the fact that somebody else was already paying to go somewhere/do something that would thus not cost any additional money, reckoning that they could therefore share and BOTH save half of the cost.

Wowsy, I would have called the police tbh.
Hope the child wasn’t old enough to understand or remember what had happened.

My jaw was on the floor reading this! What in the world sort of notions and entitlement is that woman held together with??!!!

The only acceptable response to that is
"But you have two ears and I have only one neck/body for my scarf so your quantity argument rather does go down the drain now doesn't it."

@KreedKafer your Mum should have offered to put the bag back where she found it !

My parents bought a house in a seaside town to retire to. It was a house that had been split into two by two siblings, one living in the top 2 floors and the other in the downstairs flat. It’s a seafront property which hadn’t had any sort of modernisation since the 1960s, so they needed to completely remodel it. They bought the upstairs house, which had a garage, large front garden and driveway and owns the freehold of the building. The other, very elderly sibling lived downstairs in the flat which had a garage and a very small rear garden.

When the sibling died, the flat went on the market. A woman was interested in buying and contacted my parents saying that she wanted to buy the downstairs flat as a holiday let/airbnb and wanted access to the front garden and driveway, as well as installing benches and a BBQ force guests to use. My parents said no, this was their home, and not only would they not be giving away part of the property, they wouldn’t give permission for a holiday let business to be run from the property as this would increase insurance costs and also limit their enjoyment as they would no doubt have to constantly tell people that the driveway and garden were not to be used.

Woman said they “weren’t very accommodating”. They didn’t have to be!

(They ended up buying the flat themselves and renting it out to a lovely considerate family long term.)

A relative of my DH asked if he could fund 25% of her house purchase. The same relative asked if she could stay in our house while we were away and has asked numerous times if she can park on out drive while she is on holiday.

she was shagging my DH (who incidentally used to moan constantly about me looking after her “feral brats” and told me that I was a mug and she was a piss-taker

Well - he was right about that.

Someone on the Peanut app just asked me to send them £20 saying they'll pay it back Friday. I said " no, sorry, I don't give my bank details out". She replied simply with " PayPal then". I said no. So she replied with a thumbs up emoji. I'm not in a position to send money to strangers over the Internet when I probably won't get it back, but this person isn't from my area, I've only been talking to her for about a week and she doesn't have a profile photo so I don't know who I'm talking to.

I had a friend at work, who we'll call Jenny. I was 23 and had just split up with my boyfriend and so was moving out of our flat. Jenny was renting a bedsit and had been offered a job in another city, which meant moving a few hundred miles away. I had been planning to go and stay with my Dad for a few months while I thought about my next steps, but Jenny called me in a panic. In all the stress of taking a new job and securing a new rental in a different city, she had forgotten to give notice on her bedsit, and the only way the Landlord would agree to return her deposit (this was around 2003, before deposits were as protected as they are now), was if Jenny could provide a new renter to take over the bedsit, the day she moved out. It was all a lot quicker than I had planned for, but the bedsit was in a great location and I had been round once and the building was lovely and even had access to shared gardens, so I decided to take on the tenancy.

As I was going to be living alone for the first time, I didn't have any of my own furniture, so I asked Jenny to take a few measurements of the bedsit so I could order a bed and a small sofa, which she did. I ordered them to be delivered on the evening of the day I was moving in, the same day Jenny was due to vacate the property at 9am.

I headed over with a good luck card and small going away gift for Jenny at 9am on the move out/move in day, and to meet with the Landlord for them to inspect the property and for me to sign the paperwork and get the keys. Jenny was not there. A neighbour told us Jenny had been spotted loading up a van the night before, and had headed off in the dead of night, avoiding the Landlord (and me) altogether!

Once we entered the bedsit, the reason why was immediately obvious - it was disgusting! To this day I have no idea how she managed to get the carpet so grubby, the kitchen area so grim and even the walls were dirty! The Landlord was apologetic, but there was clearly no way I could move in that day - he got his cleaner in and I was finally able to move in 2 days later.

Once I was finally in, I rearranged the delivery of the furniture I had ordered, based on Jenny's measurements, only to find that she must have simply guesstimated, as there was just no way my new bed was going to fit into the space it was supposed to! I was very lucky that the delivery guys took the bed back, and brought me the slightly smaller version, using the £50 difference to cover the delivery and return costs.

Once settled, I was very happy in that bedsit for nearly a year, but I never heard from Jenny again, until a Facebook request about 10 years later - which I deleted! I was trying to do her a favour, but she cost me a lot of time, effort and money.

@JonHammFan - I would have felt exactly the same!

Another one that springs to mind, is when my Grandmother died. She had been living in a warden controlled retirement flat for the last year of her life, and of her 4 children and 9 grandchildren, only 1 son, 1 daughter and 2 grandchildren ever visited her. I was 21 and would drive up one weekend each month and stay with her, do her shopping, cook her meals, collect prescriptions etc. We were quite close.

When she died, my DM and I popped into her flat to empty the fridge etc., and found the place absolutely covered in post it notes! They were on virtually everything, lamps, bits of furniture, white goods, her computer, TV, digital camera, it was bizarre! Written on the post it notes were the names of one of her daughters and that daughter's 2 children (who were both in their late teens), none of whom had so much as telephoned our Grandmother in more then 2 years!

My DM and I collected up all the post it notes, put them in the bin then secured the property, ensuring the warden knew no one was allowed to enter, and left it to the executors to sort. I was astounded at the bold faced cheek of my aunt!

Inheritance really does turn some people into greedy, nasty fuckers. I'm glad you managed to get there and remove the post it's before they actually took anything. My mum was the main carer for her mum for the last five years of her life. Cleaning, shopping, twice a day visits -she did everything. Her brother and sister would do the occasional visit for an hour or two maybe once every two weeks. No offers to help with anything else even though my mum was also working and can't drive while her sister didn't work and brother was retired. Guess who was straight over as soon as Gran died? They couldn't have got their claws in any quicker.

There are some shocking CF stories on here but yours wins a bloody trophy. Sorry you went through that. It must have been very upsetting!

When someone doesn't help with a relative but wants their stuff when dead it is because they don't care about the person so can just take whatever as it's meaningless as they don't care about the person. So don't see anything wrong in their actions.

That’s awful. Did the undertaker put the church plate money in the wake collection box?