The most cash I've ever carried
There's nothing like carrying large amounts of cash to make yourself feel simultaneously like a lottery winner and an obvious target.
A friend went to buy a car for ten grand, panicked and stuffed it down his pants for safety. It was all a bit smelly by the time he got there and he had to search around for some of it...
Tell us the story behind the most cash you've ever carried.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 10:39)
There's nothing like carrying large amounts of cash to make yourself feel simultaneously like a lottery winner and an obvious target.
A friend went to buy a car for ten grand, panicked and stuffed it down his pants for safety. It was all a bit smelly by the time he got there and he had to search around for some of it...
Tell us the story behind the most cash you've ever carried.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 10:39)
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Naive...
About ten years ago I was a lowly Bell-Boy for one of London's top hotels.
Part of the job was to run random errands for clients accross the City, picking up shopping, dropping off dry cleaning or running documrets to offices etc. Basically we were low paid lackey's for anyone who stayed there.
One day I was asked if I could take a plain brown envelope, nothing extraodinary looking, by cab to an office over in the City, ask the cabbie to wait get a confirmation receipt and return. Apparently there'd be a nice tip in it for me...
So I did what was asked, came back and dropped off the receipt. When i returned my boss was grinning slyly at me and asked if i wanted to know what was in the envelope? @Not bothered' I replied - as said it didn't look anything special.
'You sure?'
'Ok, what is it, now I'm intrigued...'
'£2.6 million in transferable broker bonds'.
It took me 5 minutes to pick my arsehole off the floor...
And my tip? £3.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 11:59, Reply)
About ten years ago I was a lowly Bell-Boy for one of London's top hotels.
Part of the job was to run random errands for clients accross the City, picking up shopping, dropping off dry cleaning or running documrets to offices etc. Basically we were low paid lackey's for anyone who stayed there.
One day I was asked if I could take a plain brown envelope, nothing extraodinary looking, by cab to an office over in the City, ask the cabbie to wait get a confirmation receipt and return. Apparently there'd be a nice tip in it for me...
So I did what was asked, came back and dropped off the receipt. When i returned my boss was grinning slyly at me and asked if i wanted to know what was in the envelope? @Not bothered' I replied - as said it didn't look anything special.
'You sure?'
'Ok, what is it, now I'm intrigued...'
'£2.6 million in transferable broker bonds'.
It took me 5 minutes to pick my arsehole off the floor...
And my tip? £3.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 11:59, Reply)
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