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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i think the word is "naïve"
I'd say I was probably 8 years old at the time. I was just about to start my 2nd year of piano lessons. My dad gave me £250 upfront to give to the piano tutor and said "just keep that in your pocket, don't touch it until you see Mr Rolfe."
So what did I do? In my 8 year-old mind I thought I would look *really cool* if people knew that I had so much money on me. So before I went to the piano tutor, I popped up to the high street. The high street in Manor Park, East Ham. The high street I wouldn't dare walk down now, aged 27.
Picture the scene. An 8-year old boy looking pleased as punch walking down a busy, dangerous, chav-filled high street, counting a great big wad of £20 notes.
Miraculously nothing happened, other than that I was slightly late for my piano lesson. I can only assume that all the East Ham scum actually looked at me and thought, "wow, that kid's really cool. I want to be like him!"
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 14:00, Reply)
I'd say I was probably 8 years old at the time. I was just about to start my 2nd year of piano lessons. My dad gave me £250 upfront to give to the piano tutor and said "just keep that in your pocket, don't touch it until you see Mr Rolfe."
So what did I do? In my 8 year-old mind I thought I would look *really cool* if people knew that I had so much money on me. So before I went to the piano tutor, I popped up to the high street. The high street in Manor Park, East Ham. The high street I wouldn't dare walk down now, aged 27.
Picture the scene. An 8-year old boy looking pleased as punch walking down a busy, dangerous, chav-filled high street, counting a great big wad of £20 notes.
Miraculously nothing happened, other than that I was slightly late for my piano lesson. I can only assume that all the East Ham scum actually looked at me and thought, "wow, that kid's really cool. I want to be like him!"
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 14:00, Reply)
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