Lamb-Ski
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As this is a "feel good factor thread" I'll post my first post. Last week I was on my way out to go clean someone's house. I stopped at the top of the road to put my rubbish out for bin men. (I live in the middle of nowhere and my farm road takes you straight onto the A66 Moterway) A bloke jumped out of his car and as he approached I put my window down and shouted "don't worry I'm not flytipping", he replied "ok but I've just had a blow out and my spare's got a slit in it". He asked what the nearest town was and I replied Barnard Castle. He said do they have a tyre place I said yes jump in and I'll take you. He said brill, spoke to his wife who was sat in the car and then off we went. Transpires he was on his way to pick up a new car from Kirby Stephen to Darlington ( a very long way). The garage put the new tyre on very quickley, said he was lucky as this was the last one of that size. Drove him back to his car and he offered me £10 which I refused, as I was about to drive off he opened the door and insisted I took the money. So, I get to the house I'm cleaning, feel really good about coming to someones rescue, spend all day there then on return home stop at the shop. When I get back in the car guess what I saw? Yes, the blokes brand new tyre 
The next night the man knocks on my door. I'm very, very embarressed when he tells me that I simply just drove off, he ran waving his arms, shouting "STOP" but I was oblivious. I said what the heck did you do? Well his brother drove all the way from Kirby Stephen, picked him up, drove him another 17 miles to Bishop Auckland, bought ANOTHER tyre, (they were hoping they would see my car parked up outside somewhere, little did they know I was in another county, in the other direction) his brother then took his wife back home and he travelled on to finally pick up his new car. When he picked up his tyre from me the next night he had driven from University in Carlise, to mine to then drive up to Darlington to deliver the tyre to the person who bought the car off him and then was driving all the way home again. He said he told his mates on face book about how this random women stopped to help him out and how the good deed turned ugly in the blink of an eye
The next night the man knocks on my door. I'm very, very embarressed when he tells me that I simply just drove off, he ran waving his arms, shouting "STOP" but I was oblivious. I said what the heck did you do? Well his brother drove all the way from Kirby Stephen, picked him up, drove him another 17 miles to Bishop Auckland, bought ANOTHER tyre, (they were hoping they would see my car parked up outside somewhere, little did they know I was in another county, in the other direction) his brother then took his wife back home and he travelled on to finally pick up his new car. When he picked up his tyre from me the next night he had driven from University in Carlise, to mine to then drive up to Darlington to deliver the tyre to the person who bought the car off him and then was driving all the way home again. He said he told his mates on face book about how this random women stopped to help him out and how the good deed turned ugly in the blink of an eye
