The failings of a good Samaritan
I was sat at home the other day and noticed two ladies walking hurriedly down my street.They were looking at each house on the way down like they were lost or looking for someone.
I went outside to ask if they needed any help.One of the ladies replied" oh,is there an old couple live round here?They've lost their dog"."What kind of dog?" I said."It's a king Charles spaniel.Someone is up near the main road keeping it safe"she replied.I knew exactly who the owners were and knew they wouldn't be able to catch it so without a second though I got the two ladies in the car and drove up to collect the dog.
They got out and I picked up the dog and put it in the car.We said our pleasantries and off I went.
Got back,walked the dog along the street to the old couples house and knocked on the door.yep you probably guessed it.Their little king Charles came running out the door.I was stuck for four hours with this bloody dog while waiting for the warden to come and collect it.
My good deed for the day turned sour.