Here’s another wee story in a slightly different vain.
I once got bumped by a punter after stopping to get money from the cash machine and he ran off without paying. This guy had very distinctive features and not the kind of face one would forget. Anyhoo about a year later the very same lad drove into a garage with a friend of his that I used to frequent and after a short confrontation and the police getting involved, he still refused to pay up and denied all knowledge of ever being in my taxi.
Needless to say, I was pretty pi**ed off.
However, as luck would have it, a few months later, I was sent for a fare at Black Bo’s in Blackfriars street to pick-up two child care officers and three mentally and physically handicapped young females.
Oh and who was one of the care officers, you guessed it, and the bold boy nearly shi* himself when he seen me sitting waiting to drive him home. Well I never said a word and as we dropped off the last of the three females the head care officer told me that “Craig” would be dropped off last and could I wait until he got back after assisting the last female into her home. As he left the taxi I turned around to face Craig and said, hello Craig, remember me, with an extremely evil look on my face.

The first words out of his mouth were “I’m due you some money” and he stuck twenty pounds into my grubby little paw.
Oh I bumped into the same guy on two separate occasions shortly after this event. This was one lucky barsteward, it was almost, and I hate to say it, like someone up there was looking out for him.
