Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Confused Stan Gets The Cheque Wrong . . . . and Wrong . . . . and Wrong
Chris and I had been working for a dear old gentleman called Stan. He was in his early 90s and was very pleasant and loved our company, which he had for several days while we decorated his kitchen and hall. It was a complete paint and wall papering job and I hope it brightened up his life.
I remember Stan well because he loved discussing theology, which is an interest of mine, and although he went to church regularly he had difficulty fully believing the whole New Testament, let alone the Old Testament. He was searching for proof in secular fields and said he would be a full believer if he could find irrefutable evidence. I don't envy his job because I suspect none exist outside The Bible. As I write this short story, I do hope Stan found the answer to his doubts. Anyway, we completed the job, he was satisfied, and it was time for payment.
Chris and I were particularly lucky because in the 15 years we worked together we never once had a problem with a payment - they all paid 'on the nail', even the lottery winners. We presented the invoice to Stan and the amount was for £813. He pulled out his chequebook and wrote a cheque and, bless his heart, the amount was £8.13 LOL. We pointed out that although we were highly competitive we would soon starve. He roared with laughter when he saw his mistake and promptly wrote another cheque, this time for £8,130. Goodness!! our boat had really come in!!! We laughed and laughed and pointed out that this was extremely generous of him but we did not intend buting a villa in the Maldives this year or purchase a cabin cruiser. He roared with laughter again when we pointed out his mistake and promptly wrote out another cheque for £813 and handed it to us.
"Thank you, Stan", we said, "but hang on a minute, there is another mistake!" By now tears of laughter were rolling down our faces because we discovered he dated it with last year's date. "Oh! Lawdy me!" - poor chap!
He handed over the book and asked Chris to write it. With the correct amount and date we thanked him and bade him goodbye. And that was the last I saw of him but I heard six months later he had died.
We got quite close to several of our elderly customers and we were always sad when they departed, but I shall always remember Stan for his discussions and his cheques.