Social - trust in humanity is like Myspace...nobody even talks about it anymore...

hey guys,

first off just another apology for the lack of posts recently, but things are really quite hectic at the moment. Do not stress however as most of you reading the blog probably kind of know the reason already - for the others, it will be revealed shortly.

Now back to the title of this blog...during this last week on my way to a meeting I was deafened by my Citi's cry for some more fuel. Driving through Walmer from the office I figured I could make a very brief stop at the Aerofill Engen (by the Airport) for some juice as I was already behind schedule and bound to get trapped in the traffic all the way through Lorraine.

Breezing in and kindly demanding the value of my cash in liquid from the attendant I was suddenly accosted by a well-dressed gentleman. In the usual style of "I don't have anything for you" I tried to shrug him off, but success was not on my side. After the attendant took my money this guy proceeded to explain his whole situation - I'll give you the gist of it:
* I am from East London
* I'm on a two week backpacking holiday between jobs and staying in the iKaya or something-sounding Backpackers place in Humewood
* I popped out the room briefly and bag got stolen
* Been to police, but they cant find the bag or drive me back to EL so useless
* Lost wallet, cards, keys, blood, piss - everything really...
* Been walking up and down town all day begging and ended up here now
* Got R20 from some lady and need another R130 to catch a taxi back to East London

Smelling a rat I shrugged they guy off again after which he literally collapsed between the pump and my car on his haunches with his head shaking in his hands.

Now I feel terrible...and what is 130 bucks these days? I mean this guy was sincerely desperate. Suddenly I decide to give humanity one more shot...

I tell the guy that I do not have cash with me, but I am willing to go to the nearest ATM and will draw some cash. Immediately he takes off his Oakley sunglasses and hands them to me: "Please I'll give you my Oakleys bru!!! Please will you help me? I am beyond desperate and this has been the kakkest day of my life...everybody immediately just rejects me like some bum..."

Now I feel even worse..."It's cool, keep your Oakleys, mate".

I pop the passenger door trusting my karate skill and drive to the Pool City parking lot and rush over to the ATM. He hangs around as I fondle the machine for some green and before you know it I hand him the money and my number.

"Bru I swear on my mother's life I will do a transfer for you tomorrow - I'll pay you back three times the amount my man...oh god, you are a life saver...god bless you bru!!! It's not like I don't have the money - I just cant get to the f*cken sh*t!!! I promise I'm good for it bru".

So before I know it I offer a short drive to a nearby taxi stop and just before hopping out the car another oath on his maternal grave of a phone call before 12pm the next day to get my banking details. Next thing he is out the car and mouthing more promises from a distance.

So as I drive off I actually start thinking - Wow, I must be the world's largest knob right now and I'm not even wearing a PowerBalance bracelet!!! All I know is the guy's name - I did not even think to ask for his address, his ID number or even a land line number...Needless to say, no phone call and it has been two days...

F*CK!

I guess if some guy approaches you with a similar story, do not fall for it...and please call me ASAP!!!

WB