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Originally Posted by Tactitus
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Huge guy: So he comes up to me and gives me the $600 that he owes me. I took one look at the bills and thought this was the worst counterfeit job I've ever seen so I beat the shit out of him. ... Did you know they have a new $100 bill?
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you stumble accross painful memories.
it was 1am in soho. i popped out of where i was (had a word with the bouncers to ensure re-entry: deepflow may remember that i always talk to bouncers to ensure a smooth evening). bought cigarettes at some 24 hour place.
i was given a shiny fiver (£5) in change. it was bright and crisp and i'd never seen anything so colourful. i asked "and what exactly is this"
reply by slightly bewildered asian chap who works such appalling hours only to earn a decent living "the new five pound note"
my lip quiveres. my nose sneers. "perhaps i could have one
less new i say". no doubt delaying the queue.
he dutifully finds one.
the next few days i find out what a
COMPLETE AND UTTER TWAT I WAS (it was genuine)
god i felt awful. what a bloody fool i was. that poor man.
EDIT: i forgot that he called me 'sir' all the time. god how awful i was. poor chap only doing his job.