ProudDUB wrote: » When I lived over yonder in 'Murica, my mam would come over every year for Xmas. People used to give her Xmas cards for me. That would have been totally ok if I was in my own house, but I wasn't. She and my sister and I would get a condo near Miami and spend Xmas there. What am I gonna do with a stack of Xmas cards in a rented condo in fcuking Florida? It's not like we had a fire place to display them on. It's Florida FFS ! It really bugged me that no one could ever be bothered to spend the money on a bloody stamp and ever post them to me. It would have been nice to put them up on my mantle piece at home & enjoy looking at them in the run up to Xmas. I tried to get her to subtley hint to people that I'd much to prefer to have them posted to me at my house, than be handed them by her. But she was much to much of an Irish Mammy to risk doing that and causing offense. :rolleyes: I know that was really petty of me, but there you go....
porsche959 wrote: » Not quite as bad as some of the examples in thread but a former boss who had a subscription to the Irish Times, getting it delivered to work, would cancel it whenever he was on holidays to save a few pound, didn't even have the decency to let one of his underlings have a read of it.
D Trent wrote: » Eh......... you're the stingy one here. **** me
jonny666 wrote: » Oh really?? Care to share. Making the emails is a pain!!
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Birneybau wrote: » Not €40 then?
padd b1975 wrote: » A very rich neighbour of mine who lives in the UK sent all his Christmas cards for the area in one large envelope to his brother's address along with a note asking him to deliver them to his friends and relatives.
djerk wrote: » I was referring to that old adage that if you give someone money and you dont see them again consider it money well spent, or however it goes 35 (random number) was in lieu of the mouse.. the 5er, he owed me... I would have charged much more for the work done in hindsight!
Birneybau wrote: » Well, only sinking in now for me I thought you said that because it was such a kick-ass mouse!
chewed wrote: » My Brother in law used to work on building sites with this guy from (guess where????)....Cavan! Regularly, after work they'd go to the local chipper to get fish and chips. My bro in law would ask for the usual fish and chips and the guy from Cavan would always just order chips. But then as he was handed the chips in the bag he'd say "oh, actually I'll have a cod as well". This would happen every time and eventually my bro in law asked why he ordered this way. His mate then said that if you ordered fish and chips at the same time, you'd get less chips in the bag because the fish would take up space, so he'd wait till they put the chips in 1 bag and then get the fish separately!
efb wrote: » My aunt is the stingiest bítch I know - would hate to pay for anything
Dog of Tears wrote: » Great anecdote.
MistyCheese wrote: » Don't be stingy with the details!
civis_liberalis wrote: » My brother told me today that when he was an apprentice, his car was in the garage for a few days and he needed a lift from Limerick to Galway after work a couple of time. He got stuck one evening and ended up asking one of the foremen. Company was based in Galway so there usually wasn't a shortage of people going in that direction. When they arrived back in Galway that evening, he wanted to be paid half the diesel. The fella went exactly the same route he would have anyway AND he was driving a company van that he never paid to refuel.
civis_liberalis wrote: » What are the odds the poster is worst than the Aunt?
colossus-x wrote: » Today a friend of mine text me in the afternoon if I fancied doing some pancakes. He'd call round to mine, maybe get the ingredients in Dunnes and go to his place. I'm the cook, he's clueless - we've done this together before once in the past. So I knew he was on the way so I popped out to Dunnes to get some milk for my coffee and bumped into him on the way back to the flat. He saw the milk in my hand and his eyes nearly pop'ed out of his head with delight as he exclaimed "you've get the milk already!" So he though I bought the milk for the pancakes but I wasn't being that thoughtful - it was for my coffee. Anyway we went back to my new flat where he looked out the living room window on the second floor where he could see a skip below across the road. He said 'you can get your fruit from there'. Wha? I said. He explained 'see that skip there, well that shop beside it throws out its unsold fruit so you can get your fruit from there'. We started discussing what we needed for the pancake mix and so I made a list for him. When i mentioned margarine (or butter) he looked very doubtful. Basically he just didn't want to buy the margarine and wanted to use the oil he already had at home so I had to have a little edgy discussion with him that oil wasn't suitable which he seemed very reluctant to accept. Anyway I mentioned a few post back about him bragging to me in the past about steeling sugar sachets from the coffee shop instead of buying a bag of sugar. He stared to recount the things he needed to buy and in place of saying margarine or butter he said - butter portions. He then mentioned something about never needing a whole tub of margarine and I said well maybe you'll need it for pancakes again where he said that it would hardly last a year. So clearly he meant going into Central and pocketing a few butter portions. At that point I saw red and I fcuked him out the door and I have been feeling quite good about it for the rest of the day. I just said 'get out, get out' and that was it. I've been friends with him for 10 years and we've never fallen out but I think it's over now because when he comes back to me about this I'm gonna tell him exactly why I flipped. He'll probably feel insulted but I cannot stomach it any more.
colossus-x wrote: » pancakes
podgemonster wrote: » My workplace sponsored a volunteer organisation and we got a table for 10 at their annual ball. As I was free for the weekend and thought it was something different, I went. I knew half of the people there and knew twud be a pleasant experience. There was this new lad who was supping a pint when I arrived and despite us waiting an hour for dinner he kept on that one pint, fair enougt. Finally the dinner was served and wine was poured and he starts horsing in to it. He starts on white and never misses an opportunity for a top up. From my observation there was about enough wine at the event for 2 glasses per person so it wasn't exactly a free flowing. Once the white dried up yer man starts into a glass of red he had pre-poured before the dinner by another server. As the plates are being cleared up he rises to the next table and helps himself to the áss end of the two bottles of red on their table. Most of the night for me is spent chatting by the table but we all noticed yer man roaming the room and topping up his glass of red. He was drinking the wine till midnight and was now pissed. His next stunt was one that truly shocked me. There was a smoking area in the hotel but they banned the bring of the bar drinks outside so the drinks were placed on a large table by the door. Yer man leans up against the wall and watches people leave their drinks. When he sees any decent pint being left he wanders up and casually picks it up and comes over for a chat. As the night nears a close he gets more adventurous and tries the spirits and mixers left by people on the table, sometimes even sampling them first before stealing. He was an absolute mess by the time the lights came up. It was one of the most despicable things I've ever witnessed.
rawn wrote: » Tbh, it sounds like he's an alcoholic, rather than a stingebag.
