God I had this once
Someone asked if anyone had some pink paint for free and I’d just painted my sons room so had loads left (son at the time loved pink) so I offered her my leftover paint (almost a full very heavy huge tin)
‘Can you meet me in town?’
Sure I was in town that day-stood waiting almost an hour with six kids in tow
No show
Message-‘oh sorry my daughter was in hospital’ (fair enough)
‘Can you meet me in xyz?’(3 miles away-I had to catch a bus cos I don’t drive-a fiver both ways)
Sure
No show
‘Sorry I forgot’
Fine
‘Can you bring it to my house?’
(Losing the will to live but wanting to just get rid of this bloody paint)
Get to the address and it’s the wrong one!they don’t have a clue who I am or why I’m offering them bright pink paint! (another fiver in bus fares lost)
‘Oh we’re family’ comes a message ‘I’m dating your cousin’
I don’t care!you can come to me for this paint-gave her my address and shoved it in the cupboard
10 months later she rings me-not about the bloody paint but to tell me she lost her baby to cot death (so sorry nobody deserves that) and how she can’t decide how many more babies she wants-oh and did I know my uncle had died?
No I didn’t-and to be fair I didn’t care seeing as I’d only met him a few times as a kid
She rings back two weeks later calling me a slag for not going to the funeral (!?!) and then put the phone down on me
Then slagged me off all over my hometown for being rude to her and how I’d tried to hit her!
I’ve never met her!
I moved 3 years ago and took the tin of paint to the tip!
Now I don’t offer anything to anyone