Stalker ......
Across the road from my parents lives one of those blokes that can never get his life quite right ...... all his mates get a divorce so he does, large sideburns and medallions worked in the 70's so why not now etc. etc.

I'm working in my local pub one summer when he comes in and accuses me of backing a car into his and then driving off (something that happened a few months earlier).

Everyday he comes into the pub and asks me what I'm going to do about his car. Everyday I tell him I know nothing about it and to piss off.

Months of these accuations. On and on they go until finally I decide to ask around.

Turns out my sister had a party and one of her shite mates did the deed but never had the bottle to own up.

He still to this day asks me about his car (I must see him once a year if that).

At no one point in time have I been able to make him understand that

a) I don't have a driving liscense. Nor do I have the ability to drive a car.

b) The reason that he never managed to catch up with me straight after the event was because I was in fact in Newcastle doing a degree at the time.

He still asks. He has gone through 3 cars since the event. He still asks about his car.

I have loads of witnesses to testify to the fact that I was not at home within one month either side of the event.

He still asks.

The lad that did it eventually owned up years later to his face because his own father made him.

He still asks me about the car.

Going home this weekend.

He will ask.
(Tim K, Fri 26 Aug 2005, 13:58, Reply)