The nicest thing someone's ever done for me
In amongst all the tales of bitterness and poo, we occasionally get fluffy stories that bring a small tear to our internet-jaded eyes.
In celebration of this, what is the nicest thing someone's done for you? Whether you thoroughly deserved it or it came out of the blue, tell us of heartwarming, selfless acts by others.
Failing that, what nice things have you done for other people, whether they liked it or not?
( , Thu 2 Oct 2008, 16:14)
In amongst all the tales of bitterness and poo, we occasionally get fluffy stories that bring a small tear to our internet-jaded eyes.
In celebration of this, what is the nicest thing someone's done for you? Whether you thoroughly deserved it or it came out of the blue, tell us of heartwarming, selfless acts by others.
Failing that, what nice things have you done for other people, whether they liked it or not?
( , Thu 2 Oct 2008, 16:14)
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I've been thinking long and hard about this
And in all honesty, my life has been a bit streetcar, if you think about it. Very much dependent on the kindness of strangers. And thinking about it all, I find it very difficult to actually pick just the one thing to choose. But the most recent example I can think of is Nigel, my new landlord.
Time for a bit of a backstory here, I think. I needed to move out of my previous place, it's not that we didn't get on, but the person I was living in was moving on as well, so time for me to move on. So, onto Gumtree I hopped, and started looking round. Some of the flats I looked at were truly grim- little better than student digs at full market rates. They were discarded quicker than a free upgrade to Windows Vista. So, more looking. Enter Nigel.
I found his ad, emailed, set up a viewing, and he passed the first test of a prospective tenant with flying colours. That is he picked me up from my place of work to look at his house, made me a cup of tea, and then gave me a lift back to town so I could get the train all the easier. Like I say, flying colours. Obviously a bloke worth paying rent to.
So, agreements are made, papers are signed, and it comes up to the moving day. I was having trouble hiring a van, on account of not having a valid driving license. Hey, not all people over the age of 20 can drive, you know? Anyway. Nigel, the absolute legend that he is, hired a van, drove down to where I was living at the time, and then helped me pack my stuff into the van, drove me up to the new house, helped me unload, take it upstairs, and then helped me set up my bed. And then, to top it off, sorted me out with a cracking Chinese takeout (at his cost), gave me beer and sold me some cigs at cheap rate to make sure I didn't spend too much in the first month. And clued me in about a job which is less work and more pay.
You couldn't ask for a better landlord. So Nigel, I salute you.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:53, 3 replies)
And in all honesty, my life has been a bit streetcar, if you think about it. Very much dependent on the kindness of strangers. And thinking about it all, I find it very difficult to actually pick just the one thing to choose. But the most recent example I can think of is Nigel, my new landlord.
Time for a bit of a backstory here, I think. I needed to move out of my previous place, it's not that we didn't get on, but the person I was living in was moving on as well, so time for me to move on. So, onto Gumtree I hopped, and started looking round. Some of the flats I looked at were truly grim- little better than student digs at full market rates. They were discarded quicker than a free upgrade to Windows Vista. So, more looking. Enter Nigel.
I found his ad, emailed, set up a viewing, and he passed the first test of a prospective tenant with flying colours. That is he picked me up from my place of work to look at his house, made me a cup of tea, and then gave me a lift back to town so I could get the train all the easier. Like I say, flying colours. Obviously a bloke worth paying rent to.
So, agreements are made, papers are signed, and it comes up to the moving day. I was having trouble hiring a van, on account of not having a valid driving license. Hey, not all people over the age of 20 can drive, you know? Anyway. Nigel, the absolute legend that he is, hired a van, drove down to where I was living at the time, and then helped me pack my stuff into the van, drove me up to the new house, helped me unload, take it upstairs, and then helped me set up my bed. And then, to top it off, sorted me out with a cracking Chinese takeout (at his cost), gave me beer and sold me some cigs at cheap rate to make sure I didn't spend too much in the first month. And clued me in about a job which is less work and more pay.
You couldn't ask for a better landlord. So Nigel, I salute you.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:53, 3 replies)
He fancies you
Get a lock on your door, before he treats you to a 'Greek Takeaway' one night.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:59, closed)
Get a lock on your door, before he treats you to a 'Greek Takeaway' one night.
( , Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:59, closed)
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