Hate being taken for a mug.
Ralf, this isn't aimed at you fella, but your timing couldn't have been better.
Last night, about 8:30, I was on the PC when my wife answered a knock at the door.
A lad in his 20's asked if we had any jump leads as his car had stopped and he couldn't get it going. As it was peeing down outside, Kath kindly volunteered my services and foolishly I agreed to help.
The car was a silver 147 about 50 yards down the road, so I drove up and hooked up the jump leads.
I asked where he got the car from ("Blackburn for free, from an uncle who couldn't be bothered to repair it properly") and where he lived ("round the corner"), but because it was so wet and I wanted to get back inside, I paid little attention or thought to it.
The car turned over straight away but wouldn't fire up and I suggested it was either not getting fuel or a spark, so I asked about his fuel level and he told me it was on empty.
I offered to get him my jerry can of fuel (for the lawnmower) from the house, so he followed me back.
I let him stand in the hallway, whilst I got the fuel.
I then gave him the fuel and said that if it works, he could go and fill up and, because he lives round the corner, he could bring me back the topped up can.
A few minutes later, I heard a car revving and driving off.
That was last I've seen of him and the car.
I'm now worried that:
1: He's nicked the car (I didn't think to look at the reg)
2: He's seen where we keep keys in the hallway, luckily not on the hooks
3: I might be paranoid, it's all innocent and he thought it would be too late to return the fuel.
Either way, it's now 24 hours later. I've driven around the estate and there is no silver 147 to be seen, and I've not had even an empty fuel can returned.
I'm going to stop being nice to people I don't know.
Last edited by stan laurel; 29-01-19 at 20:28.