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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A few years ago, I lived in Hong Kong, and as a sort of flea-bitten backpacker, I was moving from one badly paid bar job to another.
I'd been paid from the job I'd just left (at a hellhole Irish pub but that's another story) and needed to cash the cheque they'd given me.
To cash the cheque, I needed to go to the branch of the bank it was issued at - this happened to be the headquarters of the Hong Kong and Shanghai Banking Corporation (that's now HSBC) in Central. It's a pretty mad building with escalators on the inside and outside of the building.
A mate of mine at the time, a chap called Brett, came along with me as we were off for a pint afterwards.
A we get onto one of the escalators, Brett suddenly bends down and picks something up that was sat at the bottom of the escalator, and deftly puts it into his pocket, and gives me a wicked grin.
I cash my cheque and we leave the bank building... Brett shows me what's he's picked up, a massive roll of bright red 100 Hong Kong Dollar bills, $12,000 to be exact, which at the time was about £1,200.
So we went out and got absolutely wrecked that night on cocktails...
Which was nice.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 15:19, Reply)
A few years ago, I lived in Hong Kong, and as a sort of flea-bitten backpacker, I was moving from one badly paid bar job to another.
I'd been paid from the job I'd just left (at a hellhole Irish pub but that's another story) and needed to cash the cheque they'd given me.
To cash the cheque, I needed to go to the branch of the bank it was issued at - this happened to be the headquarters of the Hong Kong and Shanghai Banking Corporation (that's now HSBC) in Central. It's a pretty mad building with escalators on the inside and outside of the building.
A mate of mine at the time, a chap called Brett, came along with me as we were off for a pint afterwards.
A we get onto one of the escalators, Brett suddenly bends down and picks something up that was sat at the bottom of the escalator, and deftly puts it into his pocket, and gives me a wicked grin.
I cash my cheque and we leave the bank building... Brett shows me what's he's picked up, a massive roll of bright red 100 Hong Kong Dollar bills, $12,000 to be exact, which at the time was about £1,200.
So we went out and got absolutely wrecked that night on cocktails...
Which was nice.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 15:19, Reply)
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