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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Dough in a duffle bag
I got a job selling posters during freshers fairs in my first year at poly and managed , with a mate, tp parlay that into a similar gig in the US.
We missed our flight and ended up 5 hours late in NW Washington DC(the bad part) trying to find our contacts house. 2.30 in the morning and we're sharing a floor with 16 lads from Bridlington, the gaffer's home town.
We were then dispatched to a u-haul where we rented a van in pairs and picked up rolls and rolls of smiths and new order posters from the airport.
Cut a long story short, my partner and I were selling about $2000 worth of bootlegged posters a day for 4 weeks travelling around the universities of Ohio and Indiana. (These things cost about 50c to print and ship and these hapless co-eds were paying 3 and 6 bucks a pop for them) I had a duffel bag full of cash by the end of it.
We arrived back in DC at the end of month and handed over the wedge, (minus wages and 'commission') to the lucky bleeder who'd hired us.
When they moved out of the house a year later ( to much safer and plusher digs) a holdall was found in the back of a cupboard with £56,000 in it in £100 bills.
Happy days.
( , Fri 23 Jun 2006, 16:13, Reply)
I got a job selling posters during freshers fairs in my first year at poly and managed , with a mate, tp parlay that into a similar gig in the US.
We missed our flight and ended up 5 hours late in NW Washington DC(the bad part) trying to find our contacts house. 2.30 in the morning and we're sharing a floor with 16 lads from Bridlington, the gaffer's home town.
We were then dispatched to a u-haul where we rented a van in pairs and picked up rolls and rolls of smiths and new order posters from the airport.
Cut a long story short, my partner and I were selling about $2000 worth of bootlegged posters a day for 4 weeks travelling around the universities of Ohio and Indiana. (These things cost about 50c to print and ship and these hapless co-eds were paying 3 and 6 bucks a pop for them) I had a duffel bag full of cash by the end of it.
We arrived back in DC at the end of month and handed over the wedge, (minus wages and 'commission') to the lucky bleeder who'd hired us.
When they moved out of the house a year later ( to much safer and plusher digs) a holdall was found in the back of a cupboard with £56,000 in it in £100 bills.
Happy days.
( , Fri 23 Jun 2006, 16:13, Reply)
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