I read a great story last night by The Britchy One (sure all of hers are great anyway!). She told a yarn about how she caught someone who was thieving from her handbag. It jogged my memory about someone who was pinching from me…
Once upon a time, a hundred years ago when I lived near Spain I thought it might be a good idea to move in with my then boyfriend.
We were deeply in love and decided to take the next step. We used to spend our nights walking along the harbour talking about our future…he would play the lute and sing sweet music while I would watch the lights twinkle on the water and breathe in the warm sweet air….
Oh Christ, how did I get that far with a straight face?! The real story goes like this:
I worked for an absolute thundering gobshite of a Cork man at the time. Unless you actually sweat blood he wasn’t happy. Because I was ‘good’ at the breakfast shift, I got them all.
I wasn’t ‘good’, I was just fast. I am a very grumpy waitress and even more cranky before 3pm. Can you imagine the hack of me rolling in at 9am to open the bar after hitting the clubs until 6am? Just give me the bloody order and don’t expect chit chat unless I see a €20 tip upfront and hold it up to the light to make sure it’s not a fake.
Anyway I got lumbered with all the morning shifts. Up to 100 breakfasts with just me and our Filipino chef – who also hated me….because? You guessed it, I’m a cranky waitress! He also had a busting hangover most mornings since he spent his nights up late gambling and drinking with his buddies. We were a shining example of the food service industry! To be fair to Reuben if it wasn’t for him sliding me my dinner under the table during my poverty stricken days I probably would have died of starvation. He may have hated me, but he was a sympathetic sort.
Anywho, one morning I rolled in ten minutes late and sure lo and behold wasn’t the Cork fecker there with his stopwatch dying to dock my wage by the 4 cents I missed.
Reeking of drink (since he too had been up all night in the sauce, he probably hadn’t left the pub in three days)* he followed me round the bar barking in my ear. At that stage my lovely temper took hold. My temper’s a bit like Jekyll and Hyde. I keep it under wraps the majority of the time, but when it raises its ugly head, I like to get my money’s worth.
So I took the stack of ashtrays I was holding at the time, slammed them on the table (he actually jumped) and told him to stick his poxy job forcibly where the sun doesn’t shine. The pittance he was paying me wasn’t worth looking at his ugly kisser so close at that ungodly hour of the morning!
As I trotted out the door he garbled some nonsense after me about how I would be sorry. I’d tell you what I replied but I’m pretty sure it would see me banished from the WordPress pages for all time.
Gleefully I skipped out the door and headed to my fellas where I then broke down and wept like a child cos I didn’t know how to pay the rent.
Being the lovely bloke that he was (yes, I am one of those girls who still likes their exes) he told me not to fret, get my stuff and to hell with my apartment.
Back to the main story: my ex was from Mauritania. It’s the done thing to have an open door policy to allllll friends and family. So I found myself living with 5-7 blokes with zero privacy and no sofa. Those boyos are so happy on the floor they literally bin the couch and keep the cushions. I was the only weirdo in the gaff who actually slept on a bed.
So my money began to go missing. Not spare change mind you…chunks of the stuff. Given it was all I had in those days I wasn’t too pleased. Someone obviously assumed I was a descendant of Nelson Rockefeller and thought I wouldn’t miss it.
Though, in a house full of unemployed men with no visas on an island that mostly employed white people – I knew what I was getting myself into, I may play the fool but I ain’t no eejit.
So one day as I walked into the bedroom I heard a scramble. When I opened the door there were a big pair of black legs in shorts sticking out from under the bed. To this day I think he genuinely thought I wouldn’t see him.
The conversation went like this:
“What the effing eff!! Effing eff you! *$€@*^#!! I worked hard for that and you sit on your effing @*%# and then come into MY room to lift MY effing money?? What the *€%@*???”
“…..*silence*….”
“Hey ***** you know I can see you right?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to stand and look at the corner while you leave the room. Do not take anything with you.”
“Ok.”
What could I do but laugh?
Looking at his legs hanging out from under my bed was literally the last time I saw or spoke to the guy. As my mum would say, at least Dick Turpin had the decency to wear a mask! But hey ho at least it makes a good story for my memoirs!!
Your money or your life!
Shortly after I got myself a new gaff for fear they’d leave me bankrupt and met my daughter’s dad…but sure I’ll leave that for another time!
*(In hindsight if we had all given our livers up to medical science we’d be millionaires by now. We’d be half dead but at least the money would take our minds off it)
I’m no stranger to the art of thinking I won’t be seen!! It’s either optimism at its funniest or stupidity at its.. yeah – it’s that option 😂
You know I have to tell my “how did the year see that” story now don’t you? We should just meld our blog into the procrastinating britches and be done with it!!
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We should! There’s a whole third blog just crying out to be created. I’ve a whole heap of stories featuring dumb ass stuff I’ve done over the years!
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If it wasn’t for dumb stuff I’d have nothing to say at all! It’s all I do!
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Someone needs to keep the masses amused!
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I loved this story🤣🤣🤣
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I have so many questions about this post…i need to read loads more information about your pre-wordpress expoits. You have such an exciting life! This was such a funny story 🙂 🙂 I am also a former (Saturday job) breakfast waitress. I am not a morning person but apparently very good at faking it so I was only rarely switched to the dinner shift, where there were rumours of tips (plus I used to butter up the head chef with tea…16 year old me knew how to get ahead 😉 ).
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I was always sliding beers to the kitchen staff- 1. It guaranteed your next meal 2. Watching 2 drunkards assemble a lasagna while tipsy was hilarious! Trust me my life isn’t too exciting, just a trail of bad decisions lol!
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Lol! Well hats off to your cracking story-telling talent then, as it certainly sounds exciting from where I’m sitting 😉
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(How do you put the smiley faces on your comments? I can’t see any way of doing it?)
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Think you might need a phone (I know you’re a laptop fan!) or you could go for a colon and close brackets? 🙂
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It’s a colon next to a bracket 🙂
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well done with that one miss,Procrastinator,A lovely story told in a lovely way,your out doing yourself,I enjoyed that,LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR NEXT INSTALLMENT ,Laughing all the way.
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Cheers Jimbo! You’re head of my Dublin fan club!
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And I shall take up the baton of number 1 Dublin fan with pride devotion and positivity knowing that miss procrastinator ,will fulfill her obligations in the knowledge that with great power come,s great responsibility and free nights out and other perks.up the procrastinators.
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Hahaha! Up The Procrastinators! I’m gonna need to sort you out with some kind of sash. How does dimsy blue with lavender dots sound? (Btw, if I get a few freebies off the back of a truck sure you know you get first dibs). Sure I’ll give you a few autographed printouts and you can sell them round Clondalkin 😆😆
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The masses certainly have been amused. You tell a cracking tale, but I suspect it wasn’t quite so funny at the time.
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No it most definitely was not. Think I started sleeping with my purse in my pillowcase!
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Between the Britchy Brit’s blog and your Procrastinating Irish blog, I’m getting lots of exposure to new lingo, along with tales of outlandish foolduggery. You’re both a riot to read.
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I fear one day we would actually meet. The world would go to hell! I’m easily led and she’s the type to do the leading-gawd help us all!
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Twins separated at birth?!?!
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You know…my mother is definitely the secretive type. Maybe we need to have a sit down…
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Great story! The lives we lead in our youth!!!
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🙂 yep, as I thought, it doesn’t give me the smiley face – I already knew about the colon and bracket, but I wanted to add a smiley face (which I can do on Facebook). Can’t be done on a laptop I guess – you clearly can’t teach a dinosaur new tricks.
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Hahaha
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Where did that smiley face come from – I didn’t put it there. Now I am very confused, but I shall have to stay confused – laptop now being turned off and we’re off.
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Have fun!
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Did you know a happy face appeared on this comment?
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👍👍
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