Well, here's a sorry tale. Late last year I made a small purchase in a shop of a couple of quid, didn't think anything of it but coincidentally, a month or so later the wife's card got scammed, we spotted it, got our money back quickly, card cancelled etc but as we were going through our bank account checking out for what was legit payments and what wasn't I spotted something from a shop that was £92 odd. When I checked where the shop was I remembered the small purchase and it isn't a shop where you could spend much so wasn't a scam. I went in the shop and saw what I bought and it did match up with what I'd bought but plus £90! So by this time the receipt was long gone so I went in, saw someone there who was one of the partners, showed them the part of my bank statement with the money coming out, explained what I bought, how everything matched up but plus 90, told them I realised it was probably just a mistake by whoever put it through and asked for the overpayment back. I gave them my details and asked them to look for their end of day receipts record, stock etc. No bother so far, the lass said they'd check it out and pay me if it tallied up, seemed genuine to be fair and she'd mention it to her partner. Here's where things start to go wrong.
No contact for a couple weeks so I pop back in, this time the male partner is in, gives me some tale about getting on to it soon so I leave it that. Nothing happens again. I keep going back every few weeks and keep getting some bollocks about his card machine handling company not giving him access to the end of day receipts. A couple of times he was slightly cocky and I knew he was full of shit. Guess where he sounded like he was from? By this time the missus has checked him out through the power of women's Facebook stalker protocol and his timeline had loads of stuff such as mags 0-3 lads. So now I've went from being a bit pissed off with the fobbing off to full on, do I go in, turn everything over and stott his head off his till or do I go in, look down at my feet, being embarrassed knowing that I'm inherently inferior to him and fear a good kicking and apologise for pestering him? I of course decided to use common sense and tell him he has a week to get in touch with his so called receipt company problems or I'm taking him to the small claims court and basically telling him he was full of shit. He then told me to go ahead as that was the best outcome clearly thinking I wouldn't bother. Two months later a letter gets posted to me by him telling me that I'm owed money and could he have the details, please? he then spends almost a week not paying me before I get in touch again before he comes out with some bollocks about his solicitor forgetting to pay me and forgetting to sort the court details. (He obviously didn't bother his arse defending it). Anyway, I looked today and he's finally paid me back plus the small court costs. What a stewpid, thick MLF, morally sewperior bull's knacker. He can now update his facebewk account to lads 0-1 Mags.
P.S. I also looked up his company and he's been fined before by the authorities for selling shit, out of date stuff etc. As Tammy Wynette almost sang, 'sometimes it's hard to be morally sewperior'.
PPS.
Maybe I should start a rival business up if the opposition is as thick as this mackem cunt?
