
I can only sympathise! Happy to be able to say all my doggy clients are sensible, nice folk. however, some of my other contacts are not so good! We have a bunch of small industrial units we rent out, and I am afraid that the conversations I can get into with the tenants (usually on payment type topics) are highly unsuitable for printing here! However, my favourite nutty conversation of the year has to go to the leader of a group of ramblers who arrived in the car park a few weeks ago - to give a quick background to this, our car park leads off a lane which runs paralel to a footpath alongside the rail track, but about 50 - 100yards further along the road for it's starting point. My car park has a further lane running round the building, leading to a dead end, muddy car turing area, steep embankment with fence and bunch of henhouses/smallholding buildings at the top. No way through at all to the footpath (Unless you are a mountain goat who is not afraid of a lot of mud and barbed wire!) So into the car park comes a bunch of about 10 or 12, mainly ladies of "a certain age" and a couple of blokes too, all dressed to the nines in full walking gear, cagoules, woolly knee socks, hiking boots, back packs, walking sticks, maps, the complete works. Presuming they were lost I walked over to ask if I could help, and was sharply told by "the leader"( the bloke with the biggest walking stick, great big back pack and map in plastic case, with a torch hanging from his belt!!!) that no help needed, they were following a designated footpath, I politely asked where they were trying to get to, adding the words "you can't...." (was going to add... get through from here) but was shouted down by "the leader" who gave me a lecture on right to roam, how they could walk anywhere on his map, blah, blah, blah. I tried again, but as soon as the "Can't" word was uttered, off he went off again.
It took me 4 attempts before I realised a new form of words was needed, but even when I told his it was a dead end, he insited on walking right round the back of the building to see for himself, then had the nerve to say I could have saved them all a lot of time if I had just said that in the first place! then off they marched, the map still being wafted about at the front of the gropus, although it was fairly obvious he could not read it!
As an after thought, what would drive an otherwise sensible looking bunch of adults to don all this country type attire, and then go for a walk, along pavements, in a decidedly urban area!
bye
Gwen