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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Whilst serving in Iraq...
...I was sent from the South of the country, up to Baghdad. Every week the Force Cashier used to have to go up and drop off cash for the detachment up there. Because flying in a lumbering C-130 was quite risky, and seeing as I was going up there anyway, he asked me to take the cash for him. So, after finishing a 24 hour duty at 0700 he came to see me and we counted out $47,000 in various denominations (it took ages). I stuffed it all into my rucksack and set off for Basra airport.
Now, whether it was a combination of exhaustion, or just the fact I can't be trusted I proceeded to leave my bag lying around unattended not just once but three times over the course of the next 3 hours waiting for the plane.
Luckily the bag was still there everytime I returned in a blind panic and I flew up to Baghdad with the booty. Upon arrival, the guy who was supposed to relieve me of the cash had been deployed further up North for a few days so I had to keep hold of the $47000 whilst living and working surrounded by crooks and lowlifes.
Never again do I want to be trusted with that kind of money, in cash, in a place like that...
( , Sun 25 Jun 2006, 12:50, Reply)
...I was sent from the South of the country, up to Baghdad. Every week the Force Cashier used to have to go up and drop off cash for the detachment up there. Because flying in a lumbering C-130 was quite risky, and seeing as I was going up there anyway, he asked me to take the cash for him. So, after finishing a 24 hour duty at 0700 he came to see me and we counted out $47,000 in various denominations (it took ages). I stuffed it all into my rucksack and set off for Basra airport.
Now, whether it was a combination of exhaustion, or just the fact I can't be trusted I proceeded to leave my bag lying around unattended not just once but three times over the course of the next 3 hours waiting for the plane.
Luckily the bag was still there everytime I returned in a blind panic and I flew up to Baghdad with the booty. Upon arrival, the guy who was supposed to relieve me of the cash had been deployed further up North for a few days so I had to keep hold of the $47000 whilst living and working surrounded by crooks and lowlifes.
Never again do I want to be trusted with that kind of money, in cash, in a place like that...
( , Sun 25 Jun 2006, 12:50, Reply)
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