I was once ripped off
by a 'friend' who altered a cheque which I kindly cashed for her, and was nearly arrested for fraud. Luckily I was out when the plod rolled up and the ex managed to persuade them that I didn't know anything about it.

But every time I susbsequently attempted a transaction at that particular building society, the cashier would glance at their screen, then at me, mutter an apology and go off to consult their supervisor, after which the two of them would stand looking at me and whispering for five minutes before the cashier would return and process my request, looking at me as if I were wearing a stocking mask and carrying a sawn-off. By this time I must have appeared quite frighteningly angry. It was a relief all round to close the account.
(A kind of wild justice, Mon 16 May 2005, 18:36, Reply)