i finished work early today cos we were on training and i got let out into lovely sunny leeds at 4pm.
anyhoo i was having a fag and the bus turned up and i thought, sod it, it's a nice day. i'll finish my fag and get the next bus. so i sat down to wait and this sweet little posh old lady walked up and asked me if she was at the right bus stop for hyde park.
anyhow we just got chatting about life and the universe and we got onto her son, who used to live in liverpool, then me moving house next week and just had a lovely old chinwag. after bemoaning the lack of decent places to do her weekly shop in leeds she reminded me that i had to make sure i got the booze in for next friday when i move. 'ooh', she chortled, 'we'll almost be neighbours!'
never seen her before, probably never will again, but she brightened my day up no end. don't you just love it when you meet a total stranger as friendly as that?
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Working any job with a customer service component is pretty thankless, and anyone nice who comes in (by nice I mean smiles rather than sits there, grunts and says, "tax me car, love,") is easily remembered.
I had the most lovely man, who spoke to me about how his grandson did geography too, and how was I liking it in Leeds as he could tell I was a Southerner, and all sorts of random chit-chat.
Of course, me being me ruined his day by shortchanging him and giving him the wrong tax disc. Oh well. He didn't notice.
It's hard to be sated when you're eating microwaved cod with a spoon...
One of my friends said to me, "I would point out the fact you're working in the civil service but you're neither civil nor servile, but judging by the civil servants I've met, that would make you fit in well." She has a point.
Come on, people. Share your heartwarming stranger stories! (And the guy you shagged in the Mission toilets whose name you don't remember doesn't count.)
I don't think I have ever met a nice stranger, it seems that every time I do meet one for a conversation, it merely serves to validate my mistrust of humanity.
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I attract quite a nasty class of stranger though... the creepy kind, the homeless kind and the irritating people who shout at me for no reason. I am going to open a shop on top of a hill in the yorkshire dales and shoot strangers with a crossbow leage of gentlement style.
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Anyway back on2 topic of heart warming stranger stories... was on train home about a year ago, bored 2 death etc, thing had got delayed n held up, we wer on a track in the middle of nowhere for half an hour trapped in a boiling train every1 wer gettin ratty, n i started speaking to this lass to pass the time, turns out she wer gettin off train at chesterfield n lived in Old Whitt (i live in New Whitt, which is well bang next to Old Whitt) Cos our train got in after all the bus services had stopped we shared a taxi, said cya n never expected 2c each other again cos i wer leavin 4 uni... saw her day b4 i left on bus n had a good old chat n a drink cos the people we wer waitin 4 wer late meetin us and went our seperate ways, i fooked off up here n aint been home that much so aint seen any1 I know from back home for ages, was at the bus stop across from parky steps other month when i wer havin a **** day, suddenly felt this tap on my shoulder followed by a "oh my god Nic i thought it wer u, dint expect 2cya here" n a nice long chat about home in chezzy speak (so nice to hear people using the word spidge freely n happily) was really nice jus 2 be remembered by sum1 I met twice n had a few little chats wi, bought me outta m bad mood 2!
Mind u as Alice can tell ya, I can walk round at home n end up wi people coming up2 me 2 speak 2 me n have random conversations wi people who recognise me... am pretty well known n have abit of a reputation (not a bad one) its nice
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Had a funny one in Leeds cos I know the guy now n spent most of last nite gettin hammered wi him...
Had to go 2 LGI round xmas time cos i'd bust my knee & like any A&E its full of nutters at night time, this one guy came in off his face on summat wi his skinny little mate draggin him by scruff of neck bollockin him 4 been a twat. This guy wer then sat there shoutin n annoyin every1 in waitin room & u cud jus tell that sum1 wer gonna kick off n sum trouble erupt, so i started talkin 2 him jus 2 distract him n keep everything calm... never expected to see him again but it turns out he's a mate of a mate of a mate & he's actually an alr8 bloke
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you should have heard adam's invective against the homeless on our way to QC yesterday evening. "the big issue is shít, i hate the homeless, my new hoodie cost £25, i can't stand the homeless, they're just gay..."
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I do actually have legitimate reasons for hating tramps you know. Whatever incredibly tasteless things I may say, I do in theory like every group which makes up our society (unless they turn out to be bastards when I get to know them), but homeless people really do my head in. And no amount of **** poetry about how sad it is to have no bed is going to chance that.
-- Edited by Adam at 18:32, 2005-06-22
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I have every bit of sympathy for people whose circumstances in life are so awful that their only resort (well, it might not necessarily be their only resort, but I won't get into that here as I'll get onto a huge debate about homelessness) is to beg on the streets or sell the Big Issue.
However, I have no sympathy for people who use aggression, intimidation or similar tactics in any form to get what they want. That includes people in all sectors of society, not just the homeless.
dirty little smackheads who've been thrown outta everywhere 4 takin more drugs than boots stocks and spend the rest of their lives crawlin round the courtyard n rooting thru bins 4 bottles containin bits of alcohol, ****in scrubber lots of them...
homelessness children, discuss...
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My big objection to the homeless is that that they are just incredibly rude people. I have no problem with being asked to spare any change, but they have no right to be abusive to me just because i dont want to. It's my choice whether i hand over my money or not, and they should respect that I don't necessarily want to give them any, not turn round and shout abuse at me, or keep annoying me by asking again and again. As if living on the streets somehow makes you the moral guardian of society and gives you the right to pass judgement on everyone.
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NickyDyke85 wrote: dirty little smackheads who've been thrown outta everywhere 4 takin more drugs than boots stocks and spend the rest of their lives crawlin round the courtyard n rooting thru bins 4 bottles containin bits of alcohol, ****in scrubber lots of them...
