Hustle or Genuine. Call it ?

[Belker]

Hustler all the way, giveaway was she had lost her phone that mysteriously reappeared after netting 30 cool coins. But your good intentions Ken will be repaid by the Lord in a different way. i know its not the money lost that is bothering you, but the dishonesty of some.

Thank you Sore, you summed it up well.

[silverbullet]

a few year ago late one thursday I dropped this yungwan home. there was some sort of agro. she'd been chinned by somebody or she was separated from her friends or some dirt. she falls asleep and when I drop her at the address she wakes up. 50 pound on the meter. she's locked out. I've no bag. I've no purse. I've no phone etc. etc. I give her my blower to contact whoever the fuck and she signs in to what's app and contacts some absolute yoke of a thing and I drop her off there. she's no bread either. they're all on the swiss roll. we'll scrounge some dosh together and I'll come and find you tomorrow if i can roll out of the bag before four in the afternoon. so I go home, stripped fully nude and climbed in to the sack and my phone starts going ninety vibrating on the table. she was still signed in to the what's app on my phone and I could see all the messaging going back and forth. "ye shudda just walked away from the taxi", "he does'nt know where ye live anyway" etc. etc. the next day I get a sob story text. I send a message back saying when can you get the bread. I'm reasonable. I know yiz are all deadbeats. the next two couple of days I message her again a few times and she blanked me. I could see on the what's app that the little geebag was out living it up posting pictures in nightclubs. it's clear she's gone rogue. I start looking through all the pictures on her what's app and I found a picture where she was showing her pals she was after passing her driving test and she was brandishing the driver id card at the camera and I blew it up and got the address on it. it was the aulwan's gaff. went around her gaff on the monday and the partner opened the door. I did'nt order a fuckin pizza. nevermind that I says and I gave him the lowdown. very nice chap. that's fuckin disgraceful carry on. but i'm not her father he says. I'm only bending the mother over. about half an hour later my phone starts exploding with messages from her. how dare you this. how dare you that. etc. etc. you musta stroked me purse. there's no way ye knew where me aulwan lived. You're never getting dosh now. She was raging i found out where she lived. I went to the local cop shop. made a cunt of myself. I got the the old I can't intervene between two parties and make her hand over dosh. you could be some prowler or a raving lunatic for all i know the garda tells me. ye look a bit like your man graham dwyer and everything. it went back and forth with the text messages and I ended up telling her to cunt off in the end.

We could try a driver only banger/runner page. When they tap for a cab, we could wait til they're near the back door and drive off.
Or simply apply a tube of super glue in the keyhole on the hall door.

[Octavia1]

a few year ago late one thursday I dropped this yungwan home. there was some sort of agro. she'd been chinned by somebody or she was separated from her friends or some dirt. she falls asleep and when I drop her at the address she wakes up. 50 pound on the meter. she's locked out. I've no bag. I've no purse. I've no phone etc. etc. I give her my blower to contact whoever the fuck and she signs in to what's app and contacts some absolute yoke of a thing and I drop her off there. she's no bread either. they're all on the swiss roll. we'll scrounge some dosh together and I'll come and find you tomorrow if i can roll out of the bag before four in the afternoon. so I go home, stripped fully nude and climbed in to the sack and my phone starts going ninety vibrating on the table. she was still signed in to the what's app on my phone and I could see all the messaging going back and forth. "ye shudda just walked away from the taxi", "he does'nt know where ye live anyway" etc. etc. the next day I get a sob story text. I send a message back saying when can you get the bread. I'm reasonable. I know yiz are all deadbeats. the next two couple of days I message her again a few times and she blanked me. I could see on the what's app that the little geebag was out living it up posting pictures in nightclubs. it's clear she's gone rogue. I start looking through all the pictures on her what's app and I found a picture where she was showing her pals she was after passing her driving test and she was brandishing the driver id card at the camera and I blew it up and got the address on it. it was the aulwan's gaff. went around her gaff on the monday and the partner opened the door. I did'nt order a fuckin pizza. nevermind that I says and I gave him the lowdown. very nice chap. that's fuckin disgraceful carry on. but i'm not her father he says. I'm only bending the mother over. about half an hour later my phone starts exploding with messages from her. how dare you this. how dare you that. etc. etc. you musta stroked me purse. there's no way ye knew where me aulwan lived. You're never getting dosh now. She was raging i found out where she lived. I went to the local cop shop. made a cunt of myself. I got the the old I can't intervene between two parties and make her hand over dosh. you could be some prowler or a raving lunatic for all i know the garda tells me. ye look a bit like your man graham dwyer and everything. it went back and forth with the text messages and I ended up telling her to cunt off in the end.

I know iam a paranoidal scitzo ....but
... " can I use your phone " uttered to me is an  instant red flag  handbrake
Stop  ...

[dalymount]

I wouldn't write her off yet.not from the point of view that she intends to pay,but from the point of view that she sees an opportunity to go in STRONGER next time.she sees Kenny as a soft touch

[mercenary for hire]

Next time yer in Tesco tell them you're hungry and you lost your money and see how long it takes the security to fuk you out.

[dalymount]

A genuine person would have went to the old bill themselves if what she described really happened

[silverbullet]

A genuine person would have went to the old bill themselves if what she described really happened

Exactly, or left collateral.

You could try "find my phone" with the number.

[Tony]

Them kildare women are as rough as fukk


https://www.kildarenow.com/news/kildarenow/587891/woman-arrested-after-taximan-drives-passengers-to-naas-garda-station.html

[john m]

The Driver snuggled under his tear stained Duvet would she call Oh please call he muttered through shivering lips as he had no Coin for the meter to turn on the heat .He tossed and turned grabbing handfulls of Four Togg fiber filled Duvet and clasping it tight around his stooped Shoulders .Oh Please call he said  in a silent whimper .Looking down to the foot of the bed his big toe stuck out from under the duvet Oh if only I had an old Coat to trow over the bottom of the bed to keep me feet warm an old Purple coat like you wore he thought as the image of the Lillywhite beauty from the weekend reflected on the tearstained lenz of his left eye through the Prysm of his stored memory of the Brief Encounter at the Trainstation .He was Trevor Howard to her Celia oh Celia thats what I will Call you ,you can be my Celia .The Phone rang its ring  echoed like the Shandon Bells .He jumped up from his groggy slumber HELLO he chirped down the phone a Ladies voice Smooth soothing serenading in its smoothness gently asked Kenneth do you mind if I call you Ken ?He replied Nottt atttt allll.She chirped Its about the Money .Kenneth was happy his faith in goodness and kindness was restored the lady was ringing about the money .The line from a song sprang into his mind .It was from the Curragh of Kildare Ken remembered hearing it sang before the 1997 Budwiser Irish Derby at the Curragh .A livery Ill wear as I fold back your Hair, was all of the song line he could remember but now the Lillywhite Lady was ringing, was she in Cork would they meet would he run his fingers through her hair .Then once again her dulcet tone echoed from Kens non taxi grab app friendly phone .Kenneth she muttered breathlessly .Like I was saying to you Kenneth its about the Money ,Im Bridie Gargan fron Vodaphone .Are you spending to much money on your present Telephone Package we here at Vodaphone have a range of super Phone and data deals available to taxi drivers .The splash of tears reached the bedroom floor long before the crash of phone off the bedroom wall as Kenneth flung the Phone twords the picture of the sacred heart that hung above his dressing table that house the statue of the Child of Prague .

[MK]

Can anyone guess a twist in the tale? the lady was a trans


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[Belker]

A strange twist in the tale.

I rang her this evening at 5pm after no contact on Wed or Thurs and the phone rings out, no big surprise and I was about to concede defeat.

Then my phone rings 5 minutes later, it's Emma T sounding a bit 'Brahms and Liste' and telling me how bad her week was and how she was now back home in Waterford !! and how she was meeting her daughter and taking her dog fer a walk, Etc...
I cut to the chase; "How about paying me back the 30Euro I gave you last Sunday morning ?".
She is all apologies and thanks fer looking after me so well and tells me that she will be on the 11am train to Cork on Friday morning and will meet me in the city to repay the money.

I did put it to her; "If this is a Hustle then just tell me and we let it go",
But she replies; "No, No, No, I will repay you."

[john m]

Ah common we all want a happy ending something like this .Dawn was breaking over Patrick Street only a lone Red Dog Fox poised in the middle of the road taking in the smell of raw sewage from the recent floods and a Lone taxi driver sitting prime on the Panna waiting on one more fare to make coin .The silence was broken by a loud snap  Coming from the back seat of the taxi .Ken the Driver startled as he never noticed the passenger getting in as he concentrated on the Dog Fox he thought he recognize the snapping sound it reminded him of the sound he heard when a 7 month old Brindle Greyhound Bitch he was training broke a hock it was a sickning sound .ken lifted his eye slowly twords the rearview mirror and all he could see was a Purple haze and out of that haze came a sound ."Hello Ken will ya have a bit of me Kit Kat im fucking starving there was no food on the Train down from Salins .Ken perked up it was her the dusky beauty from Kildare ."Take us to the train Ken and Ill settle up with you for last week .Ken knocked on the meter and headed for Ceannt Station humming silently to the air of the Curragh of Kildare .He reached the Station and the Lillywhite slid him a bullseye ,"Keep the Change Ken your a good man " .Ken drove away back to Douglas and home .He thought the lads will say the fuck you got a Bullseye Ken and wouldnt believe him do Ken there and then decided he would never divulge the secret of the Purple Coated Princess .

[dalymount]

Ermy did ya ever think of writing a book ?

[Dr. Martin Gooter Bling]

A strange twist in the tale.

I rang her this evening at 5pm after no contact on Wed or Thurs and the phone rings out, no big surprise and I was about to concede defeat.

Then my phone rings 5 minutes later, it's Emma T sounding a bit 'Brahms and Liste' and telling me how bad her week was and how she was now back home in Waterford !! and how she was meeting her daughter and taking her dog fer a walk, Etc...
I cut to the chase; "How about paying me back the 30Euro I gave you last Sunday morning ?".
She is all apologies and thanks fer looking after me so well and tells me that she will be on the 11am train to Cork on Friday morning and will meet me in the city to repay the money.

I did put it to her; "If this is a Hustle then just tell me and we let it go",
But she replies; "No, No, No, I will repay you."

you've a better chance of giving anna kournikova a dirty sanchez than getting that bread your owed kenner.

[silverbullet]

Ermy did ya ever think of writing a book ?

He couldn't afford a proofreader, although that doesn't stop some.