I’ve told this story before on here but it’s worth repeating..
My mum used to be the manager of a travel agents on the top floor of Middleton arndale centre.
Donald used to hang around on the top floor with his mates.
Security guards were always moving them on.
Anyway one day my mum has made Donald a brew, he’s sat on the sofa in the shop having a chat with my mum when a security guard walks in.
He begins to tell my mum that she shouldn’t have him anywhere near her, he’s a piece of shit and would rob her blind at the first opportunity.
My mum tells the security guard he’s alright and he’s always been nice to her.
Then about a week later my mum clocks Donald walking across the top of the arndale centre towards her shop looking around and looking rather shifty, he’s also got his hand inside the front of his jacket like he’s hiding something.
My mums now remembering what the security guard said : )
Then as he gets in the shop he pulls his hand out of his jacket and pulls out a glass red rose.
He tells my mum ‘I’ve bought you this cos everyone treats me like shit but you’ve always been really nice to me’
Turns out the reason he was looking about and looking shifty was cos he didn’t want his mates to clock him lol
As for ‘bought’ anyone who knew Donald knows with a 99.99% certainty he robbed it.
Rest in peace Donald.
