Precisely Nige. That time, there were 4 of us working in the shop, all scratching our heads 'Where's the lads mum and dad?' Of course after we'd asked around etc, the consensus was 'take him to a guard' (seems incredible now but back in the 80s there were no mobiles and no quick way to call any guards even via radio). Nothing else crossed our minds of course - but these days....Nigel H-J wrote:Another sad fact about the society we live in is that in similar circumstances in finding a young boy/girl alone and distressed is that if you do approach and try to take them to a place of safety or stay with them, you could always be seen as a peodophile (sorry about the spellin', had a few glasses of whisky and not in full control of my fingers) :partyman: or some other pervert.I then took the lad by the hand to find a security guard, but the lad was screaming his mouth off (understandably). The lad's father was in the shop next door (in which I had already asked if anyone had lost a kid) - and was none too happy that I was holding his kids' hand, saying 'Let the boy go' - I got not one iota of thanks for showing any concern.
Just shows how things have changed to one of suspicion and distrust.
Nigel.
Which leads me on to a REALLY scary one.
It was a Friday night, and I was sitting with a shandy at the PC. (In the days I lived myself)... It was around 8PM, and I was working at 0600 the next day.
Door goes.
I think it's a mate walking his dog (who sometimes called in).
Open door.
15 Year old girl with blood on her face and looking and sounding agitated.
'I've been attacked - can I use your phone?'
I immediately thought 'xxxxxxxxxx'
Stuck my foot behind the door, leaving it about 10 inches open. I say 'Wait here I will phone Police'
Suddenly, she ducks and squeezes between the door and my leg and is in the bl**dy house!
(Had it been a male, the right foot would have ensured non-entry but of course I was being ultra-cautious)....
I then said 'STAY here (lobby) and I will call Police'
Except of course she followed me into the lounge.
There was no way I could leave her in the house alone, to get neighbours, so immediately I tried three numbers (to get people round) and needless to say everyone was out. Samantha was unavailable out on the Town in Edinburgh,
Anyway, I though 'typical'. Got the Sherriff on the blower, and gave them all the info I could, etc. I tried to KEEP them on the blower, and they eventually said they had other stuff do deal with. So I tried some more numbers, and, typically, no answer.
Then, the girl says 'Sorry, I have to do this..' As I sweated...
She then extracted a large can of hairspray from her coat sleeve, and went to inhale it.
I then said 'If you try that I WILL remove you physically.' Not in this house. After another ten minutes, where I was getting threatened with all sorts of vengeance for not letting her sniff away, an ambulance turned up. The Paramedics took one look and refused to treat her.
Anyway, as they left, the Bill drew up. It took FIVE male cops to restrain her and remove her from my house. I then tried to engage a deputy in conversation (to explain things etc) and they said 'We're busy - it's friday' and off they went!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
absconder from a secure unit and regularly did stuff like that.
But, I can say, I absolutely bricked myself, typically no-one was around (VERY unusually) who could have nipped in - but in a split second, since I elected not to lay a finger on the girl (even to protect my property) - she got in....
Needless to say I was later in to work the next day as a stiff drink was in order after that - luckily a colleague agreeing to clock me in and then pick me up,
But, that incident more than any other has made me ultra-cautious these days - I still shudder when I think about it.
Needless to say, Samantha, her sister, all my female relatives and friends all said afterward they woul have 'put her out on her ear' - but they were no-where around when I needed them!
On that note, ... :drinkers:












