so today i lost my phone. after a couple of hours of ringing it, DH finally gets an answer at 12.30 pm.
turns out it was in the back of a taxi, the driver asks for our address & says he'll drop it off when he next gets a fair in our area. i come home shortly after 1pm and try to contact driver via my phone to ask him to bring it down & i'll pay the fare to cover his costs, but no joy. i try several times on & off until 4.25pm, then i give up.
at 5.10pm, the door goes & DH answers it. it's the taxi driver, who hands over my phone, & DH thanks him & says to hang on & he'll get me.
i go to the front door, planning to thank him & offer him a fiver to cover his costs (which would more than cover them) as a wee token of gratitude.
i get halfway through my "oh, thanks a lot, i thought i'd lost it, i was panicking" etc etc and he interrupts me with "eh, i thought i'd AT LEAST get a fare off you, i've been down here twice already (he's a fucking liar as DH has been in all day & i've been in since the back of one) but no, never fucking mind" so i said "actually i've been trying to phone you all afternoon to tell you to just bring it down & i'd pay a fare, seeing as i needed it" and he goes "eh well, i was driving so want to gives it" & i said, "what, for four hours solid? no fucking chance after your attitude" and he says "eh, nice to be nice hen, i could have kept your phone but i didn't" storms off down my path,shouted something about me being a fucking something or other, so i just told him to "fuck right off you prick" & slammed the door shut.
now i am seething. i had every intention of giving him money to cover his costs, but after he interrupted my thank you with a demand for it, i just thought no, fuck you mate. he came after his shift (shift changeover's at 5pm) & DH tells me he recognises his face, says he lives in x street, so it actually cost him nothing as he has to pass my house to get to his own home anyway.
aibu? should i have paid the rude bastard a fare anyway?