Be it a phone, a bunch of keys, a pet, or anything else, is a cunt!
Well I would consider myself to be a responsible person, but only a few days ago, I lost my wallet. Sure, with panic mode, now setting in, I traced my last steps, before I realise it is gone. There is a tendancy here to check the same place, more than once. So the first thing I need to do is to cancel my debit card. That was the easy bit, & Lloyds were great. They answered my call in less than three minutes, & I actually spoke to a real human! As I was on my online banking screen at the same time of my call, I guess they realised it was me.
My Oyster card replacement however cost me £7 to replace, & my Railcard another £15. They needed a crime number for that if it had been stolen. Three days later an elderly man, possibly in the act of a call of nature, stepped on my property, on an overgrown grassy verge. He told me “It was soft, I thought I had stood on a baby hedgehog, until I looked down, & realised what it was.” The poor chap had a hell of a time, trying to get me reunited with my property. Due to data protection laws, no cunt was helpful. I am still waiting for communication from some of the contacts, he tried.
Even the police were not interested, but, I am sure, if there had been ten wraps of Charlie kicking about in there then I might have got a much quicker response. Eventually though he managed to find someone he knew on Facebook. I guess they are good at something! I rewarded that guy well, he is a hero. Nice to know that there are still people like him about.
Any Cunters out there with a similar experience? We have all lost something.
(Day Admin could tell us about losing his virginity. Oh wait, that hasn’t happened yet – NA)
Nominated by : “What’s so funny, about Biggus Diccus?”
