Here’s a little story from the memory bank for this Flossie Friday. I remembered this particular event when someone’s name popped up on Facebook. She’s memorable to me for a few reasons:
- She and her family ate almost an entire pizza to themselves when I bought the pizza for my siblings and I to eat while I babysat. It wasn’t for her. My siblings and I had to watch on hungrily (like little Orphan Annie’s) as they ate the pizza, leaving 1 slice to be shared between six of us. I thought they were only going to take 1 slice each…
- She regularly tried to get me to sign up to her Pyramid Selling thing that she was involved in. I’m sure it was all legit, but it isn’t something I’m into. She was forever boasting that she, husband and kids were living the high life. Well, not much became of that.
- And this event. Something that happened 5-10 years ago. Concerning cars. And this particular woman’s eagerness to cash in on what was my generosity…
We were playing “musical cars” – Flossie was borrowing mine, her husband was driving hers and his was in the garage. Flossie was only borrowing my car because I needed my car back by 4pm – come hell or high water, I needed my car. And she knew that from the very beginning. Sitting here now, I can’t remember why, but I know it was extremely important that I got somewhere.
In front of the pizza-eating-pyramid-selling woman, Flossie said something and I realised that, in fact, I wouldn’t have my car by 4pm. I must of said something because Flossie reminded me that she wouldn’t have enough room in my small Micra to do the school run and that is why she was keeping her car and that her husband would be taking mine to work with him.
Normally, I wouldn’t have minded, but on this occasion, I really needed my car. Normally, I would have jumped at the chance of her husband driving my car because, despite what Flossie thinks, she is one of those “prats” on the road that she sometimes moans about on Facebook. She might have glanced at a Highway Code in the 1980s but I doubt she’s looked at one since. In fact, I highly doubt she would pass her Theory Test today.
I must have said something because the argument was “tough luck” in my favour – and to hell with the fact that it was my car and I was being generous in loaning it in the first place. Flossie was implying that without my car, her husband wouldn’t be able to get to work and then it would be my fault if he got sacked or the children starved, and that she needed her car for the school runs. The pizza-eating-pyramid-selling woman asked if I could use public transport – which wasn’t an option in this case. Then she said if I gave her petrol money (to cover both of her return journeys to take me and collect me) then she would happily give me a lift.
All I could think was “why would I pay someone petrol money for two return journeys when I have a car and can take myself to and from [destination]?” Don’t get me wrong, it was very kind of the pizza-eating-pyramid-selling woman to offer to help me out, but it was Flossie who was the one who had “changed the rules”. There was no way that Flossie was going to pay and I certainly wasn’t – why should I? But the pizza-eating-pyramid-selling woman was firmly on Flossie’s side – she needed the car and I was being offered a lift.
Perhaps I was (and still am) a little too thick to comprehend how I came off better from this? Why should I loan my car to someone and then pay to be taken and collected elsewhere? Why should I be inconvenienced by someone else changing the rules?
I asked Flossie why she couldn’t walk to do the afternoon school run and got the normal excuses: roads are too dangerous to cross (she’s crossing a road, not the M3 motorway), one of the kids has bad ankles and can’t walk (but could), one of them is too little to walk all that way (then take the pushchair) and, my favourite: “it’s too far” – it’s a 20 minute walk.
On this particular occasion, I didn’t take Flossie’s crap. I remember saying that if I didn’t have my car by 4pm then she wasn’t using my car at all. There was a lot of resistance on her part, and it resulted in me going on the afternoon school run with her, to walk home with the children who “could” walk. Needless to say that I ended up walking with all them while Flossie drove my car back to her house, by herself, and enabled me to have my car by 4pm. It’s Flossie who can’t walk to do the school run, not the children.
I’ll leave you with some Bruno Mars. Apparently all the cool kids are listening to him. I can’t say that I’m overly keen on his stuff. Except the Funky Town one. That was catchy…