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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in a few retail jobs, couple of which involved cash handling and accounting. As a supervisor for a well known DIY chain (that dresses its employees like leprechauns in orange and green)I would regularly cash up takings of anywhere between £100 and £10,000 but only really carried it to the back of the store so not much to tell there.
Couple of years later, I was working in a pub on a housing estate in South Birmingham. Not the prettiest of clientele but most were friendly and down to earth with the exception of a few skanky ruffians. In the middle of a shift one day, the landlord and his wife asked for a word with me. We went into the lounge which wasnt open yet. I was a bit nervous, and the thought that my P45 was about to make an entrance crossed my mind a few times. 'Our accountant hasnt been able to pay you this month as we've had some financial problems.'said the landlord in a very sombre tone.'Oh. I see.' i replied thinking 'thank fuck you havent sacked me'.The worry of how I was going to manage for a week then kicked in.'This is the best we could do in the circumstances.' he said, and handed me a fat brown A4 envelope. I looked inside and there was a hefty wedge of sterling in tens, twentys and a couple of fiftys. After putting my bulging eyes back in their sockets and checking for a TV crew I pulled out a slip of paper from the envelope. It was from Inland Revenue, who had basically paid me back £880 of emergency tax that I had accrued over the year. My bosses had thought of giving it to me in a funny stylee.
Finished the shift, and stayed at work getting wrecked, playing something like twenty games of pool in a row just because I could. Left at about ten pm for home, feeling happy, pissed and much, much...lighter? What have I forg..shit! Ran back to the pub and grabbed the envelope with about £800 left in it off the table and away from the local gyppo inbreds that were just sitting down at the table.
Ran home, threw it all over my living room and rolled over and over in it :)
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 16:10, Reply)
in a few retail jobs, couple of which involved cash handling and accounting. As a supervisor for a well known DIY chain (that dresses its employees like leprechauns in orange and green)I would regularly cash up takings of anywhere between £100 and £10,000 but only really carried it to the back of the store so not much to tell there.
Couple of years later, I was working in a pub on a housing estate in South Birmingham. Not the prettiest of clientele but most were friendly and down to earth with the exception of a few skanky ruffians. In the middle of a shift one day, the landlord and his wife asked for a word with me. We went into the lounge which wasnt open yet. I was a bit nervous, and the thought that my P45 was about to make an entrance crossed my mind a few times. 'Our accountant hasnt been able to pay you this month as we've had some financial problems.'said the landlord in a very sombre tone.'Oh. I see.' i replied thinking 'thank fuck you havent sacked me'.The worry of how I was going to manage for a week then kicked in.'This is the best we could do in the circumstances.' he said, and handed me a fat brown A4 envelope. I looked inside and there was a hefty wedge of sterling in tens, twentys and a couple of fiftys. After putting my bulging eyes back in their sockets and checking for a TV crew I pulled out a slip of paper from the envelope. It was from Inland Revenue, who had basically paid me back £880 of emergency tax that I had accrued over the year. My bosses had thought of giving it to me in a funny stylee.
Finished the shift, and stayed at work getting wrecked, playing something like twenty games of pool in a row just because I could. Left at about ten pm for home, feeling happy, pissed and much, much...lighter? What have I forg..shit! Ran back to the pub and grabbed the envelope with about £800 left in it off the table and away from the local gyppo inbreds that were just sitting down at the table.
Ran home, threw it all over my living room and rolled over and over in it :)
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 16:10, Reply)
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