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🤣🤣

THAT'S what you took away from this post?!

Some of those people berating you for not donating your mobility scooter might have been step daughters. Just because your parents divorce doesn't automatically mean you're a nice person, and I'd argue from what this poster says, this one definitely isn't!

@MrTiddlesTheCat Pleeeeeease tell me you didn't give in

One of our dogs is a rescued 'attack' dog that has had his ears illegally cropped and his tail docked. He was bred to guard and attack but was a complete and utter failure as his personality is more like Scooby Doo!

He is huge and until you meet him properly he scares people when he's just a big gentle giant.

A few times now I've been asked by idiots if they could borrow him or have him present whilst they deal with situation where they think they need some kind of intimidating prescience.

One such idiot wanted to use him to frighten her ex.

I find it appalling that anyone would want to put our dog in a vulnerable position where he could be provoked or hurt.

Wanted me to provide my professional services for free which i occasionally do in cases of real need. Then said she needed the document quickly because she was flying to Australia!

My daughter died at 2 weeks old.

I wasn't sure what to do with her pram and cot so my (then) SIL offered to keep them in storage until I decided what to do.

Well 3 months later it turns out my other SILs son had got someone pregnant, she travelled up 300 miles to pick up my daughters cot and pram.

When she was there she called and asked if she could just have them because I "didn't need them anyway".

I said no.

She took them anyway.

Never spoke to the pair of them again.

@YoureStuckOnMeLikeATattoohoohoo I am so so sorry

I politely declined.

It was weird, they weren't intending to be offensive and it was thoughtlessness rather than cruelty but a year on and I'm still shocked, hurt. So much so that this is the first time I've told anyone about it

I didn't, and to be fair, she accepted it without issue. It was the fact she even asked in the first place that astounded me.

I mean the DD does sound like a spoilt nasty bitch and a piece of work herself.

But in true MN style, the SM is the evil one and stepkids can do no wrong.

and people still seriously say on here "get a fierce dog/get a big dog" as a suggestion for people to deal with unpleasant people and situations.

Oh another one for the Step-parent bingo!

Maybe the SD wasn't an absolute horror when she met her OH.

We've currently got a bit of a situation at school with a new school mum who started DC school last week. She's going around asking people if they want to have playdates so the kids can get to know one another better and her DD "A" can make some friends during half term and a few weekends but it's actually a one sided child care swap. It's blown up the class WhatsApp this week. Especially as she asked queen bee yesterday morning and queen bee has decided it would make great parent WhatsApp content. It's been non stop slagging fest all yesterday and this morning. One of Queen bee's hive mates who is a gob shite can't wait to be asked and is supposedly going to confront them when she is asked at pickup to publicly warn the rest of the class parents that A's mum is a CF. Nearly every parent in DC's class has been asked about a playdate. Apparently she has a list of weekends she "can do (read needs child care for)".

Apparently last weekend she took "A" to "H's" house (not queen bee but another mum who is on the queen bee hive fringe) and made an excuse of really needing to do some "emergency errands" so couldn't stop but she would be back in a couple of hours, left her phone number and then refused to pick up the phone, anyway she came back at tea time (6 hrs later) and picked up A. She's also arranged a playdate before H's party on Saturday with "D's" mum and again there is some kind of errand that means A's mum can't stop for the playdate and is dropping off the car seat so D's mum can take A to H's party where she will pick up A from. H's mum is now worried that A will not get picked up from H's party as it finishes at 3 as last week she didn't pick up until 5.

I got asked on Tuesday but said we were busy most weekends and going away at half term but could do an evening after school if that worked to be told she would have to look at her calendar.

When I was a barrister, about 10 years ago, I spent about 4 hours drafting a letter / statement for a friend (painter & decorator) who was threatened with legal action by an unhappy client. It was a complicated matter and would have cost him £200 - £500 if he'd gone to a solicitor. He left a cheap bottle of wine on my doorstep a few days later. I don't drink.

I didn't want anything for that work but said I couldn't do any more after that especially as I would be with my mum who was dying for the next few weeks or however long it took her to die.

He kept phoning to "update" me and ask what his response should be, once when I was changing my mum's colostomy bag which she had detached in an agitated state.

After about 6 calls, I finally put him in his place & he's never spoken to me since.

My CF is the delivery driver, though I do understand their desperation to get stuff delivered:
Knock on door: courier: could I take a parcel for someone about 5 doors away? He was standing with a box, about 3ft high, oblong, so I said yes: as I took it in he said 'hang on, there's more' and proceeded to bring in larger and larger boxes: turned out it was the frame for a king-sized bed! All crammed into my tiny hallway! (The neighbour was shocked when he came to collect and I did offer to help but he declined, and gamely wrestled it all up to his house)

My old house had an outdoor space that several neighbours had a right of way to walk across to get to their back doors. Part of it was a parking area and I'd made the rest of it in to a small garden (not blocking their right of way) with loads of potted plants, a herb garden and a few wooden seats. I came home from work one day to find one of the neighbours moving all the plant pots to my parking spot. When I asked what he was doing he told me he was turning the space in to a bin area for me, him and all the other neighbours. He seemed to think I should be grateful to him for this brilliant idea and for putting in the effort to move all my stuff (although he did say that I would need to give him a hand moving the seats as 'someone' had bolted them to the floor). He was very annoyed when I told him to put it all back and keep his bin in his own yard.

You win!😂

On the labour ward. I’d had an 18 hour induced labour due to high BP ending with a horrible episiotomy. My baby was jaundiced and under lights in a plastic cot next to me. My BP was still way high and I was in a lot of pain. Uncharacteristically weepy and struggling with the whole experience.

Woman in the bed next to me had had a C section and her other half wasn’t visiting much so she kept asking me to do things for her. Very insistent and increasingly pushy. On and on, all the time.

After a couple of days of this, my midwife had to intervene in no uncertain terms to tell her to leave me alone!

She didn't call her a spoilt, nasty bitch, she said she was spoilt, nasty and bitchy. Sounds like a pretty fair assessment to me

OP she then moved on to my sis

Who was utterly horrified after a few CF incidents

We have not heard much since 👌🏻

What is wrong with you? Have some fucking empathy, her mother was dying, she told the bloke she couldn't help him any further and yet he still kept contacting her.

Only awful person here is you

You'd have been doing the poor child a massive favour by dropping her to the police station.

Did you actually read the post?