I was propositioned by a complete stranger last week.

[wheresthetorch]

I was once picking up my wife and her friend from a restaurant one evening, so I parked up opposite, just vaguely noticing two young women stood on the pavement on their mobile phones.

My wife, on getting into the car: "Why are you parked next to two prostitutes?"

Me:

 

[Drago]

No coffee...?

Tell them 'no'.

 

[steveindenmark]

She rang me up out of the blue and said she was after my body. She wanted it for three weeks and said I could stay at her place for eight nights, food provided. She dangled drugs and £1728 in front of me as a sweetener. I turned her down and I feel a bit of cad for doing so.

It was a clinical trial for a brand-new experimental drug. There were strings attached of course. I wouldn't be allowed to drink coffee, and the grog allowance was pitiful, but I'm sure I could hack it. Being incarcerated in a hospital for eight days would be mind-numbingly boring, and obviously there are potential health risks in taking largely unproven chemicals, although the risks are probably very small. Mind you, the moolah was pretty attractive. I've had more than my fair share of NHS resources in the last few years, and I feel I owe them one.

The real deal-breaker was that I wouldn't be allowed to ride my bike for up to six weeks. That's cruel and un-natural. What would you have decided?

I now know why you are barking mad

 

[slowmotion]

In which case, unless you have given explicit consent for your Personal Identifiable Data to be given out to drug companies, the hospital should have approached you - not the drug company rep. If the hospital have given your details without explicit consent then they've broken the rules.

The hospital approached me,

 

[Andrew_Culture]

A fellow approached me outside a famous London hotel a few years back. He asked if I wanted him to set up company for me. I politely declined, explaining that I already had an accountant who deals with that sort of thing.

 

[Crackle]

Slowmo becomes a nomo.

I got nothing else to contribute and I'm drinking me coffee whilst browsing, so....

 

[twentysix by twentyfive]

The real deal-breaker was that I wouldn't be allowed to ride my bike for up to six weeks.

Correct

 

[marknotgeorge]

Many moons ago, when I worked at McDonald's, I attended a staff meeting and started to drive home. I suddenly remembered I has to ring the ex to tell her I was on the way home, so being a good boy, I stopped at the side of the road. Unbeknownst to me, the area was frequented by ladies of negotiable affection, and one opened the car door while I was on the phone! All my ex heard was "No, no! I'm just making a phone call!" Meanwhile, I scuttled off, nearly knocking some poor bloke off his moped in the process.

I relayed my sorry tale to my ex, who laughed, and told her best mate. Who also worked at McD's. And told everyone. On my next shift, even the young Asian lad who was shyer than me was smirking at me!

 

[slowmotion]

Twenty years ago, I was working to a silly deadline and left the car park at work at 3:30am to drive home for a few hours sleep. I hit a large bollard before I got to the main gate out of sheer inattention and exhaustion. The passenger side of the van got trashed slightly. I really shouldn't have been behind the wheel at all. A couple of days later, job completed, and still pretty jaded, I stopped at 9pm to buy some beer near home. I was just about to pull away from the kerb when there was a tap on the passenger window. I leaned across and wound it down to find a pretty girl , about twenty years younger than me, with slightly unfocussed eyes, asking me.....

"Can I get into your van?"

Without thinking, I replied....."I'm sorry, but the passenger door's jammed".

 

[Globalti]

When I was in Spain on my third year I spent the first two months having fun in Granada before my poly found me an assistant's job near Seville and I had to move. On a weekend trip back to see friends in Granada I was in a bar (where else?) when I became aware of a tall, glamorous blonde dressed all in white, staring at me. Eventually she came over and asked my companions: "Does he speak Spanish?" to which I replied "por supuesto" and we got chatting. Turned out she was a movie producer and was looking for a typical Englishman to play a role. I asked her what kind of movie and she replied "cachondeo" meaning comedy. Suspecting I would be set up as the butt of some silly humour I used the excuse that I was only in town for the weekend and couldn't commit, sadly.

 

[swee'pea99]

When I was in Spain on my third year I spent the first two months having fun in Granada before my poly found me an assistant's job near Seville and I had to move. On a weekend trip back to see friends in Granada I was in a bar (where else?) when I became aware of a tall, glamorous blonde dressed all in white, staring at me. Eventually she came over and asked my companions: "Does he speak Spanish?" to which I replied "por supuesto" and we got chatting. Turned out she was a movie producer and was looking for a typical Englishman to play a role. I asked her what kind of movie and she replied "cachondeo" meaning comedy. Suspecting I would be set up as the butt of some silly humour I used the excuse that I was only in town for the weekend and couldn't commit, sadly.

You coulda bin a contender!

 

[nickyboy]

I only have one story of being propositioned by a prostitute, I should get out more

Last year on a cycling holiday in Sicily we were on some little back road in the countryside in the middle of nowhere, completely deserted as we headed inland. Up ahead were a row of large trees by the side of the road. As we got closer we could see there were people sitting under the trees. Young women with clothing singularly inappropriate for sitting around in the countryside

"Ciao Bella" was what I got as I cycled past. I can't believe they thought I was a punter as I was in a group just cycling along. Seems there was a motorway not far away and this stretch of deserted road was the standard place for drivers to go looking for that sort of action

 

[jonny jeez]

There isn't much I wouldn't do for £1728.

Give her my number as well.

My 15 year old asked me if I would chop off her little toe for £1000.

I told her not to be daft.
£10,000 she asked?
I said no amount of money would justify hurting her.
£100,000 she countered
"no, nothing, ever" I insisted
£1m?
"No, why aren't you listening" I said
A billion?
"I'll get the scissors" I said.

She now knows my price.

 

[postman]

Meanwhile, I scuttled off, nearly knocking some poor bloke off his moped in the process.

In my early days at Royal Mail .I was a motorcycle messenger.We delivered telegrams,it was wonderful to be out in the sunshine,bringing mostly good news.But we did have to go to some dives,i remember delivering a very important telegram to a very seedy part of town.When i was nearly killed A punter was scared and drove off while using his mobile phone.I heard him say he was phoning his wife.A likely story.

 

[classic33]

In my early days at Royal Mail .I was a motorcycle messenger.We delivered telegrams,it was wonderful to be out in the sunshine,bringing mostly good news.But we did have to go to some dives,i remember delivering a very important telegram to a very seedy part of town.When i was nearly killed A punter was scared and drove off while using his mobile phone.I heard him say he was phoning his wife.A likely story.

They had mobiles phones back then!