Our next-door neighbours are such blatant mooches that within a very short time they have used up all the good will from everyone else around them. Unfortunately, I had let slip that my husband works in IT - big mistake.
They had my him sorting out their computer problem two evenings in a row with nary a thank you, let alone the traditional bottle of something nice, or some flowers or chocolate, and one of our other neighbours a couple of doors down who is a plumber spent one of his rare free Saturday mornings off clearing out their kitchen drain, only to be complimented out the door with the phrase 'we owe you one'.
I'm sorry, but they should have offered him payment. And a cup of coffee. And fulsome thanks.
If that wasn't enough, another Saturday morning she turned up at said plumber's door at 7.30 am. He was painting their own bedroom with his wife. Moocherina is all excited and says to him that he HAS TO drive her to Borgfeld (place about two miles up the road from here) because of a family emergency. Her and her three boys, because her husband isn't there.
And he doesn't have to pick her up again until tomorrow.
And - this is the bit that really cracked me up for some reason - he has to wait half an hour first because she has to bake something before they leave.
Sorry, he said, no can do. And he shut the door in her face.
Before anyone thinks he was being callous, we live in a town with excellent public transport. There's a tram line that runs directly from here to Borgfeld. Takes about ten minutes. They go every five to ten minutes in the daytime. There's also a taxi rank three minutes away from here. And in a real emergency two miles is not that far too walk, either. And how big an emergency could it have been if she had to bake something first? Unless, of course, it was a cake emergency...
I don't talk to them anymore, either, but that is not mooching related.