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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oh and...
my dad, who was a director for natwest, made me work for him to earn school holiday money.
this was in stockport. where the majority of the chavscum in the town centre are not that nice but really are that dim.
one day i was in the lobby and i was allowed to help the nice man from the cash van fill up the hole in the wall machine. we were messing around doing something to the back of it inside the branch. cue a large woman in a purple shellsuit - ok, i couldn't see her through the wall, but after 6 months working in stockport i could picture her all too clearly - trying to force her card in whilst the machine was clearly out of action.
"hang on a minute love," the annoyed cash man shouted through the wall.
"ooooooooh," the braindead woman yelled, backing away. "it speaks!"
the cash man and i dissolved. then he called,
"yes, i won't be a minute darling. just getting filled up."
"it talks to you!!!" the woman was yelling by this point. to anyone who would listen.
i mean, did she really really think that was a pre-recorded - oh, it makes my head hurt!
( , Mon 26 Jun 2006, 15:25, Reply)
my dad, who was a director for natwest, made me work for him to earn school holiday money.
this was in stockport. where the majority of the chavscum in the town centre are not that nice but really are that dim.
one day i was in the lobby and i was allowed to help the nice man from the cash van fill up the hole in the wall machine. we were messing around doing something to the back of it inside the branch. cue a large woman in a purple shellsuit - ok, i couldn't see her through the wall, but after 6 months working in stockport i could picture her all too clearly - trying to force her card in whilst the machine was clearly out of action.
"hang on a minute love," the annoyed cash man shouted through the wall.
"ooooooooh," the braindead woman yelled, backing away. "it speaks!"
the cash man and i dissolved. then he called,
"yes, i won't be a minute darling. just getting filled up."
"it talks to you!!!" the woman was yelling by this point. to anyone who would listen.
i mean, did she really really think that was a pre-recorded - oh, it makes my head hurt!
( , Mon 26 Jun 2006, 15:25, Reply)
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