Anyone that
knows me will confirm that I have an overwhelming fear of dogs, leg shaking,
tear jerking, sweating buckets fear.
This has been a feature throughout my life and no matter how many
‘oh but you will love my dog, he’s so friendly’ I can say in all honesty - no! it's still a dog!
So you can
imagine my true-life nightmare when walking back from Tesco I was approached by
a man and his pit-bull asking for some spare money. Queue my shifty eyes and sudden nervous tic that i didn't know i had. I am definitely one for lending
people money so it pained me to apologise for the 3 pennies and unidentified key rattling
around in my purse, but just my luck that’s exactly how much he needed for his
electricity bill! Lucky me!
...but, on opening my purse he spotted a few
other coins that had sneaked into various different compartments and didn’t
waste a second in telling me (if I had known they were there,believe me, I would had a
victory dance in the Tesco reduced section).
But with his gut wrenching tale and blood thirsty dog practically breaking
at his industrial chains I gave him my spare coins. I did not need a cujo situation on my hands. Now, i have to ask, and it shames me to do
so....Was I just mugged old school? Did this man just use actual livestock
to take money from me?!
