A few weeks ago I posted about the car guards in a local shopping centre who asked me where the boys were, when I went shopping alone on that day.

Well, this week, as I came out of the Woolies and as I was putting Connor into his carseat, I overheard the car guard talking to his boss.

First let me explain, these car guards only get paid with tips.  But they are organised by someone, and they normally have to pay that person either a percentage of what they get, or a fixed value per day in order to work that area.

I could understand their conversation because they were talking in English, this is a bit unusual, but the car guard actually sounded like a Zimbabwean to me.  So the English does make sense.

Anyhoo, the car guard dude had a little book out, and he was telling the boss-man about a guy who comes to the centre almost every day, and every time he comes he’s in a different car!  He described the guy in a lot of detail, and he even had all the details of quite a few of the cars this dude was driving.

I really hope the boss-man does something constructive with the information, and I’m quite thrilled that these guys actually do try and make a difference and it was proven to me that evening.  They get a lot of flack from people who say that they make no difference to the crime and they’re just a nuisance… but clearly… in this case… those people are wrong!

It reminded me though, about some neighbours living across the road from us in the first townhouse that we lived in.  These people always had different cars and we could never figure them out.  When they moved out, another couple moved in and we became good friends.  Over dinner one night, we were telling them about the car thing, and Andre then told us that just after they moved in there was a problem with the geyser.  When he got into the roof to see if he could sort it out, he found piles of paper hidden there.  The papers were all legal documents for cars!! So it seems we’d been living across the street from a car syndicate and we had no idea!! LOL!