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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dirty dirty money
As a youngster (about a decade ago) I ended up having to walk around a dodgyish Tyneside housing estate whilst carrying £17,500 in a plastic carrier-bag. You'd think that this large amount of cash would look big, but it didn't.
I sort of had a second family (I originally was the babysitter but as I spent more time there than at my own parents home, it became my second family) and the dad of my other family had a very lucrative drug peddling business.
Drug dealing is NOT glamourous, as some people may believe, but is in fact just a series of paranoid episodes with occasional nice drug bender. Everyday, there would be 3 or 4 paranoid situations where we would believe the local Constabulary's Drug Squad were watching the house. One day when this happened, dad had £17,500 on him for buying some more speed, and I was sent out to wander around the estate and not be near the house.
I was shit scared, for a couple of reasons. Not because I thought the money may be nicked, the family were such that I would not have been touched by anoyone on the estate, but because I would have a pretty hard time explainign where the money came from if I was nicked. Also because when I was passing the off licence, I couldn't resist dipping in an pinching a tenner for some cigs and drinks.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 18:47, Reply)
As a youngster (about a decade ago) I ended up having to walk around a dodgyish Tyneside housing estate whilst carrying £17,500 in a plastic carrier-bag. You'd think that this large amount of cash would look big, but it didn't.
I sort of had a second family (I originally was the babysitter but as I spent more time there than at my own parents home, it became my second family) and the dad of my other family had a very lucrative drug peddling business.
Drug dealing is NOT glamourous, as some people may believe, but is in fact just a series of paranoid episodes with occasional nice drug bender. Everyday, there would be 3 or 4 paranoid situations where we would believe the local Constabulary's Drug Squad were watching the house. One day when this happened, dad had £17,500 on him for buying some more speed, and I was sent out to wander around the estate and not be near the house.
I was shit scared, for a couple of reasons. Not because I thought the money may be nicked, the family were such that I would not have been touched by anoyone on the estate, but because I would have a pretty hard time explainign where the money came from if I was nicked. Also because when I was passing the off licence, I couldn't resist dipping in an pinching a tenner for some cigs and drinks.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 18:47, Reply)
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