There was big talk about this pole. Everyone kept on about the pole. The pole. The pole. I was driving down the road and the phone rang and this foreign lad said: ‘We need to talk about the pole?’
‘You hit the pole.’
‘What pole are you talking about?’
‘Today, when you were leaving in your car, you reversed back and into the pole.’
‘In the estate. I was talking to you – and I said there was a man in a white van trying to leave and you were in his way and I asked you to reverse and then you reversed over the pole and the pole is in very bad shape now.’
‘We think this pole is destroyed. It will not work as a pole anymore.’
‘Still, I don’t know what you’re on about.’
‘Yes it’s ok. We have you on CCTV.’
‘CCTV. It’s a recording device. And we have you. And your car. And your registration and we can see you reversing and then driving over the pole. You did it twice.’
‘Did what twice?’
‘Drove over the pole. First time your car had some resistance so you went forward, then went back into reverse with more power, and made a mess of concrete and debris and the pole now won’t work.’
‘So what’s the plan, like, I don’t know how to fix poles.’
‘You must come down here.’
‘Pay me €100.’
I got a flashback then. Dodgy types smoking rollies and cossacks with no teeth and kind Romanians. It was in beside a laundry with the smell of cheap detergent and broken washing machines strewn around the courtyard. I remembered the pole too. It was like backing over a big cardboard box – gave no resistance. Figured it was already broke and just needed a tip from me. But now here’s Paddy cement bags looking for €100.
I said: ‘I’ll be back again one of the days and give you a shout.’
‘Ok, he said. I’ll be waiting.’
So I hung up and blocked his number and forgot about it. Everything was going well. Then I got a voicemail: ‘Hello, Mick, this is the guards here, could you give us a shout when you get a chance?’
What’s this now, hardly the pole? I rang it back and they said: ‘Mick, there was a fella in here talking about a pole….can you explain what happened?’
It went on like that. There was talk of damages. Insurances. Statements. Court. They weren’t letting it go. They took their poles very seriously and they wanted compensation.
I went back down. Met some of the locals and asked them about the pole. They said it was a regular thing. The pole was hardly standing at all. Fellas do it the whole time and the same lad rings them up and asks for money. No badness in him, he’s just weird like that. They brought me over and showed it to me. How it does be left standing up and fellas do come and knock it over. Like this:
But sure now the guards were involved and what can you do?
So I rang him back asked how much.
‘€100.’ He said.
‘I’ll be there again Friday.’
Rang the guards back. Told them it was sorted. They said thanks. And they never heard so much about a pole.