Smash and Snark remind me of the day a creepy bloke tried to get me into his car
when I was about 19. I was waiting for a boyfriend, wearing a leather jacket and carrying a crash helmet, ffs! but he waved £18 in notes at me and when that didn't work, tried to grab me.

I went into a phone box and rang the police, who I think thought I was a nutter. When the boyf turned up I don't think he believed me either. I dragged him across town to the police station and reported it, giving a good description and the car's reg number.

When they checked it, turned out the car's owner was a bloke from the next city who was known for his interest in young kids. They hadn't known he could even drive, let alone that he had a car!

So the police learned something new, the boyf knew I wasn't making things up and any local kids would hopefully be safer.

I still wonder, why did he harass me and offer me money? I didn't look like either a hooker or a vulnerable schoolgirl. Perhaps he just wanted to try something different!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 12:52, 4 replies)

At least it was a change from...
the old 'do you want some sweets' routine, or 'Wanna see some puppies?'
( Another_tragic_case wished he hadn't eaten all the cake, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 13:04, closed)

I know
I'd rather have £18 than a bag of sweets
(NuffMuff fucks shrubbery, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 13:29, closed)

Yup, £18, that's a tenner, a fiver and three ones, no sign of puppies or sweeties!
Could've bought a lot of beer with that around 1978!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 13:30, closed)

He probably wanted to buy you a house.

(Pie of Meat ___°¬¯O¯____\o/_____/\_,____Y¯¯Y, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 17:23, closed)