I am an extremely generous person. Though I don’t like to go on about it. So for now, we’ll just say how generous I am and move on. What this means is that from time to time people will owe me a few pounds here and there, either for a meal I’ve paid for, or a round of drinks I may have bought for them, just a few little things. But this is enough about me and how generous I am.

I don’t mind this situation, and what’s a few pounds between friends anyway? It’s not like I’m keeping a close track of it, or mentioning it on a website that is read by literally tens of people. What I do mind however, is when people try and pay you back in the most inconvenient manner possible.

“Angry, this is the fiver I owe you” said friend who shall be known, entirely randomly, as Darth Helmet from here on in.

I had paid the bill for lunch and he owed me five pounds for his food. I held out my hand whilst talking to someone else expecting him to place a crispy note in my palm. It didn’t arrive.

“That’s one, two, two-fifty, two-seventy, two-ninety, three-ten..”, he began whilst counting the change into my hand. (more…)

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