Daw Saw Pawned (£200) (From Asian Image)

Daw Saw Pawned (£200)

9:23am Monday 13th August 2007

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He comes into my garage acting all high and mighty. A chaudhry he said he was.

"Can you fix me motor? And how much will it cost?"

I tells the brother it will cost him £200. He agrees. Days later he returns and as soon he stepped into my place I knew he was going to be trouble.

The works all done but now comes the bit I always dread - payment time.

"Look here prava (brother) how much did you say?"

"£200"

"£200 eh? Well here's £160 and we'll call it quits."

"No..the job cost £200." I reply For the next couple of minutes he lays the guilt trip on me. Eventually he decides to pull out the race card.

"Why are you being that for?"

"Like what?"

"Like a gora (white person)".

I pause for moment. "Look you agreed to £200 before the job."

"Yeah but the guy down the road charges £170."

"Well, you should have gone to him first and then us."

He looks at me and then hands me £170 and attempts to walk off. I am starting to lose my patience with this guy.

"Look, you still owe me £30."

"Hey...I know your dad."

"So...maybe you should have gone to him to fix your car. I charge £200."

"Okay I'll tell you what - hows £180 sound."

"That sounds £20 less than my bill."

He pauses. We have spent 10 minutes at this game now. The purpose it seems is to wear me down.

I have phone calls coming in and he knows I am busy. He attempts to take advantage of this busy period by sneaking out.

"Hey...where are you going?"

"It's only twenty quid. I'll pay you some other time I don't have it on me Prava."

"I am not your prava! You pay now or you don't take your car."

Now this is the part I hate more than anything else. He owes me money but wants me to feel guilty about accepting it.

He roots around in his pocket and miraculously pulls out the remainder of the money and throws it in my face before walking off.

"I am businesssman too" he screams as he walks off.."You Paki's are all the same."

Hmmm. I have no reply until my son steps out from the shadows to shout..."Yeah then when we come to your corner shop tomorrow you m****** ******* we'll just walk off with ten crates of cola and not pay for them."

For once I don't tell my son to be quiet...

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