Watch out for abusive hawkers Moreton. - 21st Mar 2012 9:01pm
About three quarters of an hour ago I answered a loud knock to my front door. A fellow in his early twenties showed me a badge, telling me he was a hawker. He was polite at first and told me that he was from the north east. Judging by his accent he clearly was. I politely told him I didn't want to buy anything. He walked away clearly unhappy. I decided to have a look outside after he had left. He was with another guy when he saw me, stopped outside my front door and became abusive calling me an effing old c, telling me to get back indoors. He's about 5'10" short cropped hair, dark clothing carrying a rucksack. So if you come across him be aware...he's a nasty piece of work.
I called the police...well if he's nasty with little old me and I was polite to him, what's he going to be like to somebody not so polite.
The police operator (a lass) didn't know what a hawker was. I had to explain to her. Then I described him as 5'10" or 6.0" 'Well is it 5'10 or 6'0" there is a big difference.' she said.
I give up. I dunno which was worse his antics or her stupid arrogance. They must be miles away by now
I called the police...well if he's nasty with little old me and I was polite to him, what's he going to be like to somebody not so polite.
The police operator (a lass) didn't know what a hawker was. I had to explain to her. Then I described him as 5'10" or 6.0" 'Well is it 5'10 or 6'0" there is a big difference.' she said.
I give up. I dunno which was worse his antics or her stupid arrogance. They must be miles away by now