No photo
today, instead I am going to tell you about the experience my wife & I had
when we went to London on Saturday where we went to the
British Museum. The trip getting there was uneventful and we made our way to Holborn
underground station where we got off and walked to the Museum. After
turning up a road near Holborn Town Hall we passed this guy stood on the
opposite side of the road which a load of luggage looking like he was waiting
to be picked up. We paid little interest carried on to the museum and joined the throng of people
going to visit the British Musum
After going round
the exhibits we wanted to see we left feeling a bit ripped off
(I’ll tell more
about the museum in another blog). On getting back to the Town hall we passed
the guy I mentioned in a few sentences ago, he had not gone far and looked to
be lost, not only that
is pants were wet from where he had pi**ed himself. My
wife turned to me after we had passed
him and said did I smell him I said no
but noticed his pants. I would not be surprised if he had
not done something else
in his pants as we noticed some Human excrement behind a parked car
on the way.
The next
part of the journey was the tube and we had just gone a couple of stations on
the
Central line when a woman placed a package with a note on the seat opposite.
My wife and the
lady looked in horror thinking It was something sinister only
to have their minds put at rest when
the lady’s husband told them it was a
beggar expecting someone to pick it up and give her
some money. She came back
collected the package which tuned out to be a pack of tissues
and hopped off
the next station going round to the next carriage that was when I noticed the
Dope. I’ll call him that because it was written on the back of his red baseball hat.
It turns out he
followed her around but the door was locked between carriages and
he could not get to her.
He eventually hopped off at the following station and
we carried on to Paddington talking about
what we had just experienced.
We got to
Paddington managed to catch our train home with moments to spare and settled in
for
the journey home. The train was a stopper stopping off at some of the stations.
At one a guy with
a rucksack got on and stood in the middle of the carriage
looking both way’s. A woman also got
on looking rather apprehensive. She sat
down a moment and checked round looking at the guy
who was in the middle for
the train. He looked at her and nodded then walked to the back of the
train
behind where we were sat. She then quickly walked up the train placing packs of
tissues
around with a note even offering me one. She got a sharp NO and F**k
Off from me and walked
off and collected the packs again. The next station the
two of them go off.
To say the
least I could not believe what I had experience twice. People were blatantly trying
to
rip me off. My wife looked the scam up when she got home and found it was
happening all the time.
The guy who I
the minder gets on the train with a rucksack and the woman who has a messenger
bag
follows. He checks out if it is safe and she goes round leaving the tissues and
collects them
and any money she can get. They then get off and he collects the
money from her. Usually
this happens at unmanned or berried stations. They tend
to be East European and no doubt
illegal immigrants trying their hardest to
scam money out of people. The answer is do not
give them money it’s going to
criminal gangs who are operating this scam Just be aware of this
if you go to London if you see this going on.
if you go to London if you see this going on.
Wow, quite a lot of unpleasant encounters for one day I'd say. I had not heard of that scam before. When I was in Italy, the scam that got me was the helping with luggage when you got on a train. People who position themselves to help tourist get their luggage up into the train and then they demand nothing less than 5 Euros. I quickly learned to shoo them away and say I'd do it myself.
ReplyDeleteQuite a number of nuisances. I haven't heard of that scam here.
ReplyDeleteI was going to say that's urban life for you, but then I remembered we get our fare share of scams in our nearly rural area.
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