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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Before i went to Uni, I spent a year in South America, during which period I made friends with some fairly dodgy chaps. They were also very very rich. I wasn't stupid, but I probably had sampled too much of the wares that they provided, so a couple of times I agreed to help with some of their transactions (for a 1% cut of the profits.) I think I was a good candidate owing to my fairly average tourist look, maybe verging a bit on the posh side. Certainly not someone who looks like they're carrying 2.5 million US dollars in their hold-all (or the white equivalent, on the outward journey.)
Anyway, long story short, it was quite fun to do the 'Pulp Fiction' thing of getting back to the hotel and opening the suitcase and seeing all that money, just shining up at you. On the other hand it took about 2 years for my heart rate to return to normal, and I've not been to that continent since.
Life is just a series of experiences.
( , Fri 23 Jun 2006, 15:58, Reply)
Before i went to Uni, I spent a year in South America, during which period I made friends with some fairly dodgy chaps. They were also very very rich. I wasn't stupid, but I probably had sampled too much of the wares that they provided, so a couple of times I agreed to help with some of their transactions (for a 1% cut of the profits.) I think I was a good candidate owing to my fairly average tourist look, maybe verging a bit on the posh side. Certainly not someone who looks like they're carrying 2.5 million US dollars in their hold-all (or the white equivalent, on the outward journey.)
Anyway, long story short, it was quite fun to do the 'Pulp Fiction' thing of getting back to the hotel and opening the suitcase and seeing all that money, just shining up at you. On the other hand it took about 2 years for my heart rate to return to normal, and I've not been to that continent since.
Life is just a series of experiences.
( , Fri 23 Jun 2006, 15:58, Reply)
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