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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Do you take...cash? Ker-ching!
Some months after the Cashline machine surprise, I felt I should invest this cash in a 2 bedroom flat, in Edinburgh. So I duly go out and buy one for £45,000 [this was 1990].
I put down £30k deposit and I have to juggle money about so I can write a cheque from my joint account [that was with the now ex-Mrs Fire & Forget].
I trundle in to my bank with my cheque book, looking like a cross between Swampy, Eco-warrior and Von Eldrich, from The Sisters of Mercy, and I que up for a teller.
The well dresed man next to me is hassling the bank clerk for change for the parking meter, and turns to look down his nose at me so as I step up to the bandit screen I announce in a loud voice that "I would like to deposit £30,000 into my joint account"
His face was a picture.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 14:57, Reply)
Some months after the Cashline machine surprise, I felt I should invest this cash in a 2 bedroom flat, in Edinburgh. So I duly go out and buy one for £45,000 [this was 1990].
I put down £30k deposit and I have to juggle money about so I can write a cheque from my joint account [that was with the now ex-Mrs Fire & Forget].
I trundle in to my bank with my cheque book, looking like a cross between Swampy, Eco-warrior and Von Eldrich, from The Sisters of Mercy, and I que up for a teller.
The well dresed man next to me is hassling the bank clerk for change for the parking meter, and turns to look down his nose at me so as I step up to the bandit screen I announce in a loud voice that "I would like to deposit £30,000 into my joint account"
His face was a picture.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 14:57, Reply)
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