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 was nine in 1980 when my family decided to spend the best part of a year on the big European adventure.
We paid cash for the airfare from Australia, which was thousands for the five of us. I remember it all laid out on the kitchen table.
Better still was buying the van we were to live in for the duration of the trip after a few days in London. Dad had had the money sent over and according to his trip diary we picked £3340.60 up in the city at the American Express office. It was secreted about my clothing as Dad thought a kid wouldn't get mugged.
So, I couriered a few grand to East Dulwich to the car dealership aged nine.
Dad's diary then notes that I navigated for him back to where we were staying in West Kensington.
Not bad for a nine year old kid in a new country for less than a week.
( , Fri 23 Jun 2006, 8:55, Reply)
I was nine in 1980 when my family decided to spend the best part of a year on the big European adventure.
We paid cash for the airfare from Australia, which was thousands for the five of us. I remember it all laid out on the kitchen table.
Better still was buying the van we were to live in for the duration of the trip after a few days in London. Dad had had the money sent over and according to his trip diary we picked £3340.60 up in the city at the American Express office. It was secreted about my clothing as Dad thought a kid wouldn't get mugged.
So, I couriered a few grand to East Dulwich to the car dealership aged nine.
Dad's diary then notes that I navigated for him back to where we were staying in West Kensington.
Not bad for a nine year old kid in a new country for less than a week.
( , Fri 23 Jun 2006, 8:55, Reply)
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