I love stories about absolute scabs. I'll start with this one.
When I was in my mid 20's, I was going out with the stingiest fucker going. He worked full time and lived rent free in an apartment that his Dad owned yet he was always a total scab.
He had a very young little brother and it was coming up to his birthday. I knew I wouldn't get to the shops to get him something myself so I told Himself to include me in what he bought and I'd give him half the money.
He bought a (scabby) gift and when I asked him what I owed towards it, he told me an amount and I gave it to him. A few days later he left a pile of stuff from his pockets on the mantlepiece. As I cleared it away, I saw the receipt for the gift and saw that he had made me hand over the FULL amount, instead of half, meaning he paid absolutely nothing towards it himself! I lost a massive amount of respect for him that day.
When I was in my mid 20's, I was going out with the stingiest fucker going. He worked full time and lived rent free in an apartment that his Dad owned yet he was always a total scab.
He had a very young little brother and it was coming up to his birthday. I knew I wouldn't get to the shops to get him something myself so I told Himself to include me in what he bought and I'd give him half the money.
He bought a (scabby) gift and when I asked him what I owed towards it, he told me an amount and I gave it to him. A few days later he left a pile of stuff from his pockets on the mantlepiece. As I cleared it away, I saw the receipt for the gift and saw that he had made me hand over the FULL amount, instead of half, meaning he paid absolutely nothing towards it himself! I lost a massive amount of respect for him that day.