It was not the scrotty young man that I’d talked to on the phone who broke me today.
I told HIM to keep the change for all the lies and inconvenience that I’d obviously caused him – without even knowing that I’d been such a burden.
It was his work mate.
A much older man who followed me out of the garage to where Oliver was parked. Asked me if I was alright and then guided me out of a very tight spot.
He broke me. His good deed of kindness in a shitty situation.
BTW – the young, money-grubbing scrotum gave me the change and then looked in my face and took it back.