The day I realised I could kill.
I did some contract work in Algeria few years back. My client there was a Turkish guy and when I arrived he said it would be worth my while if I got the job done double quick. The pay was the same regardless so I got down to it and worked 12-18 hours a day, 7 days a week for a month. Did a great job too. So the client drives me to the airport, walks through to security with me where he has to stop. We chat until my flight is called and a security guy is using a machine-gun to wave me through. Client shakes my hand and I feel a nice warm bundle of something pressed into my palm. He winks; "Here... great job... get yourself a nice drink on me..." I leave him there and walk round a corner - can't wait though... have to look... It's a teabag. Total Turkish bastard. Funny though.
(foxbean i am a one in ten, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 17:32, Reply)