I'd do anything for love... But I won't buy that (again)
Karma. I have serious issues with the idea that a bad person will get their dues (Pete Waterman and the producers of Endomol TV are NOT serving time in a Hague jail for human rights offences), but a recent story involving myself and a lady deserves a repost:


A few months ago I'd been seeing a lady who has been the subject of a previous post when I was left short changed after an extended journey south of the Thames.

Anyway, said lady was given a second (and indeed a third, fourth and fifth) chance on the basis that she was one of the most stunning looking women I have ever seen, let alone dated. Any accusations of shallowness and moral capitualtion in the face of aesthetics are probably justified to some extent, but it's also fair to say that she wasn't exactly a one trick pony and possessed a fair degree of brains and humour. All good then? Not quite.

If "taking the rip" was ever offered as a course, said lass would be a grade A+ student. More than once I found myself in a situation where I was regularly running to her aid at the expense of both my wallet and my own needs. Even though she was a stunningly beautiful and oft funny creature, the flip side of her character was proving to be more and more damaging to my self esteem, with her opinion on my apparently numerous character flaws being expressed often.

Finger pointing, recriminations and criticisms aside, ultimately I didn't like the type of person she was, nor did I like the person I became when I was around her. I felt used, resentful and my self confidence had taken a battering.

However, morale boosting salvation came one evening when she looked me in the eye and wispered "I need you to do me a big favour..."

She outlined the nature of the favour to me, which even if I say so myself I handled with a reasonable amount of sensitivity and tact, after all she trusted me to help with the most awkward of issues that she wasn't quite brave enough to deal with herself. The gauntlet was thrown down and I took on the challenge.

So the next afternoon I marched up to the counter at Boots with my proxy purchase. I don't embarrass easily and was somewhat amused when the nonplussed till-jockette addressed me as "darlin" as the plastic bag and my change was handed to me. I didn't bother to attempt to stifle a wry grin.

Lady in question was hanging around looking at hair dye while I did my gentlemanly duty and she was very relieved to be handed the contents of the plastic bag which was summarily applied at an opportune moment.

No doubt her Rockford Files must have been causing her some embarrassment and distress, which is why The incident was never discussed again other than the wholly understandable "don't you dare tell anyone about this" speech. However, at no point was there even a "thank you for doing that for me" or offer of £3.49 to cover my expenses (which would have been refused anyway, but it's the principle).

Whoopsy ;-)
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Mon 25 Feb 2008, 11:18, 2 replies)

*click*
for "Rockford Files" - that's a new one on me...
I usually refer to mine as bottom-grapes lol.

The cream / gel is also good for reducing the swelling of a new tattoo. When I last puchased some for this purpose, the pharmacist was very nice, saying, "Oh yes, lots of people buy the gel for their tats."

"Fab", thinks me, "no embarassment required".
Until I noticed him checking out my arse / walk on my exit...
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Mon 25 Feb 2008, 11:39, closed)

I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from saying rather loudly - "I'm sure she'll feel much better after she's applied some cream."
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Mon 25 Feb 2008, 14:20, closed)