At the petrol station this evening I was approached by a family in a car.
Irish dad, wife and three kids in the back.
The car was a reasonably new Peugeot with foreign plates, I'll assume southern Ireland.
Said they needed diesel but they didn't take euros and produced a €50 note.
I explained that I couldn't change that up, he said he needed a couple of quid for 2 litres of fuel, this changed to 3 litres.
Please understand it's the end of the day and I'm tired, thinking this sounds a little weird but hey, if I'm stuck with my family I'd appreciate the help.
I gave him a whopping 4 quid.
I've experienced trouble with gypsies before, I sensed a con, a bit like what are they trying to sell me.
I could have asked to see the fuel gauge but didn't want to get two close.
He thanked me a great deal but didn't go directly to a pump and lingered at the adjoining golden arches on his phone.
I'd like to think I helped him a little at 4 quid a time must be slow family earner if it is a con.
Personally I'd have filled up then realised my payment method was fucked.
Where was his plastic?
Don't help I'm watching the bloody IRA episodes of Son of Anarchy season 3 currently.
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