So, yesterday as I was coming home from my business trip, I asked my cabbie from the train to my flat if he could give me an extra receipt (now, granted it was like only 4 pounds = 5 minutes because it was only from the overground train station near my house, but my feet were killing me from the heels all day and it was drizzling and I had two bags and I just couldnn't do it any more).
Now, my intentions were good. I realized in Madrid that I didn't get a receipt for my cab from the airport to the hotel (30 euros, yo), and my employer is a little bit of a stickler with receipts. So, I thought if I could just get some sort of official looking paperwork, I could pass it by and get the money I justly deserved.
Ha, ha. He was so uncomfortable with this request. He said something close to "huh? Wait, what? A what? An extra receipt? Wait, um ... No, wait, why? {I just need to show my company that I took this trip and just need receipt to write it down. No biggie.} Oh, bloody hell, no you're going to write something like six pounds on there ... No way! No." Slam, vrooooom.
Ha, ha! So funny. I mean, really, a blank piece of cabbie letterhead was all I needed, but he was so concerned with the greater ethical consequence of me jipping my company expense account for 3 pounds. Gotta love those quaint, honest Brits!
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