This reminds me of the time I saw a young mum ask for free pink paint on fb
as it was,I’d just painted my sons room in a lovely soft pink and had a full tin left (he was going through his princess stage,Id bought way too much paint and b&q was a pain to get to and I couldn’t take it back as id lost the receipt)
anyway,I offered it to her via the group and she accepted
’fantastic!’ thinks I ‘I won’t have to take it to the tip’ (at the time the tip had a table that you could leave unwanted paint,paper,tools etc and others could take it-but I don’t drive and the tip was a bit of a trek)
she messaged me to arrange to pick it up,and asks if I’m related to insert random names and I am-turns out she’s shagging a cousin I didn’t even know I had (my dad fell out with his side I’d the family before I was born,so I knew uncles,aunties and cousins names but not the cousins offspring)
she also sent me a friend request as it would make things easier and ‘that we’re family’
whatever but I accept
’please meet me in town at 2pm’
as it was,I was in town that day,so on a boiling hot day,6 kids in tow and 5 litres of soft pink paint-off we go
shes a no show-we had to lug this paint round town and struggle with shopping on top as I was at work the next day and couldn’t go back then for the bits I needed
’im sorry,I forgot-please bring it round to the flat at 3pm,4 days later’
her flats not far so I do-I’m banging on the door-I can hear she’s in but ignoring me
the next day ‘I’m sorry-I forgot and didn’t hear you’
i messaged with ‘last chance-you come to me,or it’s going to the tip’ she answered for my address and a time to collect it
A prize to whoever guesses she doesn’t show up so I lugged it to the tip on my next day off
4 months later,having forgotten all about her,I put up a status about dementia (my dear grandad died of it when I was 14) and she leaps on this post,demanding to know which side of my family this was
before I had a chance,my mate commented (having known my grandad) and this lass goes mental-she’d never heard of him-her boyfriend has never mentioned him (maybe because my grandad died before this lad was born) and that I was a liar and ‘didn’t have a grandad’
I blocked her-and the next thing I know,she’s on my doorstep,kicking off about my non existent grandad,that I’m a liar and ‘where the fuck is my pink paint?’
she was starting to threaten me and tried to take a few swings but missed
The police got shot of her-so she went round sm,slagging me off (which didn’t get her very far,my friends handed her arse back to her on a plate)
she then came back to mine,at 3am (this is almost a year after the first message asking if she could have the paint) and threatened to put my windows through-the police where re-called and they took her away and I don’t know what they said but she’s left me alone since-apart from the odd slagging off on sm
all this over a tin of dulux paint-which was free!
never again-everything now goes to the charity shop