I had a dude in my car. I didn’t think of him as a dude then, but I do now.
The Dude’s card was declined by the eftpos machine. I asked him what he was going to do about it and after some hard thinking, he informed me he would get paid next week. He tells me he lives with his Mother. She hasn’t got money, apparently. He’s plumb out of of ideas.
I told him I would be waiting for his call next week, explaining how he was going to get the money to me. Fast forward to next week and I send him an SMS:
Don’t forget to put $20 away to pay me for the taxi ride.
Hey mate i just got off the fone 2 the bank some one in dubai hacked my account and booked like 100 flights all around the world so my account has been shut off 4 2 weeks
My BS detector is on high with this little piece of creative writing from the dude. So I sms him back….
Ok I will inform the police you are a fare evader.
Im not mate honest truth
I’ll let him sweat on that for a week before I go around and knock on his door. I’m pretty sure he lives with his mother, so I’m hopeful of having a little chat with her and telling her about her son’s creative writing skills.