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Mr Pastry of course you can. From what I can remember you could get away with anything with a smile and a joke!
 
When you see folk on utube trying to put petrol in electric cars, then nothing surprises me any more.
Not least because it should be diesel ... :rolleyes:

Back in the days of pre-computer Banking, Bank Statements showed overdrawn balances in red ink; a female customer, past her sell by date by a couple of decades admittedly, had fallen on hard times and had been overdrawn throughout December. Her request to be allowed to withdraw cash was preceded by her congratulations to the Bank for being thoughtful enough to print the Bank Statements in red for Xmas ... There were many such delightfully dotty customers back in those days, the closing months of the Captain Mainwaring era ...

Steve
 
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Back in the days of pre-computer Banking, Bank Statements showed overdrawn balances in red ink; a female customer, past her sell by date by a couple of decades admittedly, had fallen on hard times and had been overdrawn throughout December. Her request to be allowed to withdraw cash was preceded by her congratulations to the Bank for being thoughtful enough to print the Bank Statements in red for Xmas ... There were many such delightfully dotty customers back in those days, the closing months of the Captain Mainwaring era ...

Confession of a "Dotty" customer.

Back in the 70s we (and most people) rented our television.
Mine was an annual contract with "Radio Rentals" and in late December every year we received a bill for the next 12 months.
For some reason (I've no idea) the bill was issued from a branch over 150 miles away, but it just so happened that we spent every Christmas with my in laws who lived there.
Every year I would go into that branch and write out a cheque (no plastic in those days).
Every year I would moan about having to take a day off work and make a round trip of 300 miles (that was Three Pounds Ten in real money for Petrol).
Every year the very nice lady would patiently explain that I could pay at my local branch; or the Post Officer; or post it.
Every year I would look confused and say "But this is the place that sent the bill"
I like to think that every year the very nice lady told all her friends about the idiot who had driven to 300 mile just to pay his bill.
 
Confession of a "Dotty" customer.

Back in the 70s we (and most people) rented our television.
Mine was an annual contract with "Radio Rentals" and in late December every year we received a bill for the next 12 months.
For some reason (I've no idea) the bill was issued from a branch over 150 miles away, but it just so happened that we spent every Christmas with my in laws who lived there.
Every year I would go into that branch and write out a cheque (no plastic in those days).
Every year I would moan about having to take a day off work and make a round trip of 300 miles (that was Three Pounds Ten in real money for Petrol).
Every year the very nice lady would patiently explain that I could pay at my local branch; or the Post Officer; or post it.
Every year I would look confused and say "But this is the place that sent the bill"
I like to think that every year the very nice lady told all her friends about the idiot who had driven to 300 mile just to pay his bill.
What a revolution was the Ā£30 Cheque Guarantee Card, at its launch limit! The number of times I would try and bounce a cheque, only to find the dreaded Cheque Guarantee Card number and expiry date on the reverse ... And the second scrutiny to see if the handwriting on the reverse was the same as the customer's, indicating that it had not been issued in accordance with the Guarantee Scheme Rules ... :rolleyes:

The [non PC] advert for the telly in question, was I think, 'You'd have to be mental not to rent from Radio Rentals ...' :D

Steve
 
Confession of a "Dotty" customer.

Back in the 70s we (and most people) rented our television.
Mine was an annual contract with "Radio Rentals" and in late December every year we received a bill for the next 12 months.
For some reason (I've no idea) the bill was issued from a branch over 150 miles away, but it just so happened that we spent every Christmas with my in laws who lived there.
Every year I would go into that branch and write out a cheque (no plastic in those days).
Every year I would moan about having to take a day off work and make a round trip of 300 miles (that was Three Pounds Ten in real money for Petrol).
Every year the very nice lady would patiently explain that I could pay at my local branch; or the Post Officer; or post it.
Every year I would look confused and say "But this is the place that sent the bill"
I like to think that every year the very nice lady told all her friends about the idiot who had driven to 300 mile just to pay his bill.
Wifes aunt living with the mother in-law still wants to be taken halfway across ulster to get some money from her b acc, took about six mths and the bank to get it into her head that her actual monies was not held in that bank but could be withdrawn at any branch.
 
I left my daughters house here in Norfolk, driving on the right-hand side of the road. :eek:
I saw an idiot coming towards me on "my" side of the road so blared my horn and flashed my lights, before realising I was at fault.
We stopped alongside each other and I apologised for my behaviour, explaining that I'd just returned from 6 months in Spain. :oops:

Gordon
 
I have done the same in the past, frightened myself, my Mrs and the occupants of other vehicles.

There is however a dark side to this situation. Back in the mid 1970's we were woken by someone pounding on the front door around 2 am. It was the Police arriving to give the occupier the bad news that two family members had died in a head on collision at speed. At the time we rented a Farm Cottage called Woodham Lodge and occasionally got letters for a similarly named home a mile away. The Police had got the wrong address and I gave them directions. The look on their faces showed how that side of their job was dreaded by them.
 
A friend of mine was hit head on by a foreign lorry on the wrong side of the road.

The rear of his car was shoved 2 feet deep into the tarmac and he was lucky to survive. Life changing injuries though, and whilst he was in hospital recovering his wife left him for another mate who had been giving her a lift to the hospital at visiting time! :(
 

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