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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Bloody cashpoints
Several years ago (1999 or so?), in the dark Cambridgeshire countryside in winter. I'm a poor student in a little country pub and I'm out of beer tokens, and they don't take cards. I shuffle down the road to the local petrol station to get a tenner from the cashpoint.
All fine until the cashpoint asks me "Do you want a receipt for this transaction?". I press the button next to the 'No' on the screen, but it's cold and my hand spasms slightly and I end up hitting it twice, which confirms an option on the next screen before I had a chance to read it.
I find out what the option I picked was pretty soon, as the machine spits out £400 (pretty much all my savings) into my hands.
I trudge back up the road absolutely terrified that my blissful record of never being mugged despite growing up in one of the rougher areas of London, will come to an end that night on that cold Cambridgeshire country lane, despite no-one being around. Thankfully it didn't, though that night I slept with the cash in my pants for safe keeping.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 12:58, Reply)
Several years ago (1999 or so?), in the dark Cambridgeshire countryside in winter. I'm a poor student in a little country pub and I'm out of beer tokens, and they don't take cards. I shuffle down the road to the local petrol station to get a tenner from the cashpoint.
All fine until the cashpoint asks me "Do you want a receipt for this transaction?". I press the button next to the 'No' on the screen, but it's cold and my hand spasms slightly and I end up hitting it twice, which confirms an option on the next screen before I had a chance to read it.
I find out what the option I picked was pretty soon, as the machine spits out £400 (pretty much all my savings) into my hands.
I trudge back up the road absolutely terrified that my blissful record of never being mugged despite growing up in one of the rougher areas of London, will come to an end that night on that cold Cambridgeshire country lane, despite no-one being around. Thankfully it didn't, though that night I slept with the cash in my pants for safe keeping.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 12:58, Reply)
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