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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Dodgy
Years ago I worked in a designer tat shop in Soho that was run by a conniving, lying, twat who only ever dealt in cash.
Aaanyway, as I was general dogsbody and he was always being sued, I had to go one day to pay his solicitor. He got ten or fifteen grand in wads from a black binbag behind the cistern in the shop toilet , stuffed it into a jiffy bag, and told me the address. I had to walk through Soho, through Piccadilly Bloody Circus and along the Strand to find the office. All I got when I arrived was a wait and the most limp, clammy handshake I've ever recieved from a woman who looked like Oscar Wilde in drag.
Come, envy my life.
( , Sat 24 Jun 2006, 21:24, Reply)
Years ago I worked in a designer tat shop in Soho that was run by a conniving, lying, twat who only ever dealt in cash.
Aaanyway, as I was general dogsbody and he was always being sued, I had to go one day to pay his solicitor. He got ten or fifteen grand in wads from a black binbag behind the cistern in the shop toilet , stuffed it into a jiffy bag, and told me the address. I had to walk through Soho, through Piccadilly Bloody Circus and along the Strand to find the office. All I got when I arrived was a wait and the most limp, clammy handshake I've ever recieved from a woman who looked like Oscar Wilde in drag.
Come, envy my life.
( , Sat 24 Jun 2006, 21:24, Reply)
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