I had a middle aged fella and his misses one night from a wedding in Fota hotel going out to east Cork somewhere.
He requested to pay by card which I told him was fine.
Along the way the talk in the back is; "Do you have the card ?",
"No, you have it".
At journey end the fare is 40 Euro and the card is lost, in their driveway is a saloon car, a people carrier and a load of kids bikes.
Yer-man-o is over aplogetic and runs to the house and comes back with 25Euro in Fivers and coins promising to pay the remainder tomorrow.
I say to him; "Hold on to your few quid, you will need it in the morning fer a sandwich or diesel, you can pay me another day".
He takes all my Douglas street cab details promising to pay the next day.
I went to my mechanic the next morning fer whatever and told him the story, he let loose upon me; "Ya Fookin idiot, would ya not have taken what was on offer ?".
I kinda had a bad feeling after that bollicking but I went home to bed and checked in with the base later that night only to be told over the radio; "A man called in earlier and left 40 Euro here in an envelope fer you".