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Re: Are You Normal About Your Cash?
> No,I'm not. I don't worry much about facing my cash,but do arrange it so the small bills are on the outside. To keep it from accidentally falling out of my pocket,I use a 1 ounce silver ingot inside the stack,and wrap it with one of those ponytail bands with the brass piece holding it together. If I have less than 100 on me,I don't worry about it,just fold it up different. On the other hand,if I'm going to a pool tournament or looking for gambling action,it's all faced and big bills on the inside again. I've even ironed a roll before. Back in 1999,I won 3500 at a tournament in Memphis,and has almost 2000 when I got there. The following week,I won a tournament in Nashville that paid 9300,add that to the almost 5000 I had before I started,and that makes a sizeable knot. I was coming home and looked in the rear view and saw the same car that was behind me when I left the parking lot of the poolroom,and got spooked. I was getting low on gas,and HAD to piss,so I formulated a plan. I flew into a rest stop on I-40,and ran into the bathroom,Glock 23 stuffed into my waistband. I got into a stall and stuffed the whole roll into the toilet,and waited for someone to come in,expecting a shootout. I'll be damned if the next guy to come in was a State Trooper. I was relieved to say the least,I was literally sweating bullets at this point. I explained that I was coming from Nashville,and was being followed by the red Cougar that was sitting outside. He said it pulled off when he pulled up. I told him well that's a good thing,because I thought they were going to try and rob me. He asked me what I had that would make them want to rob me,and I said watch this,and pulled the sopping wet roll out of the toilet. "I just won almost 10,000 at a pool tournament in Nashville,and have a reciept,proof that this isn't drug money. I am armed and have my carry permit in the car,what I need from you is an escort to Union City." Of course,I had to explain this several times to him,due to him laughing his ass off at the sight of me pulling a dripping wet horse-choker of a wad out of the can. His mood changed when I told him I was armed,and he asked for the weapon. When I presented it to him after dropping the clip and racking the slide,he said "well,at least you have good taste in guns,but you sure don't have much sense,why did you stop?" After telling him that I had to piss and was down to 1/8 of a tank,he said come on I'll escort you home,after I see your permit,but you can't have your gun back until we get there. I found out first hand that a 15k roll will indeed plug a toilet. Once I got home,I ironed the whole roll. Tommy D.
> No,I'm not. I don't worry much about facing my cash,but do arrange it so the small bills are on the outside. To keep it from accidentally falling out of my pocket,I use a 1 ounce silver ingot inside the stack,and wrap it with one of those ponytail bands with the brass piece holding it together. If I have less than 100 on me,I don't worry about it,just fold it up different. On the other hand,if I'm going to a pool tournament or looking for gambling action,it's all faced and big bills on the inside again. I've even ironed a roll before. Back in 1999,I won 3500 at a tournament in Memphis,and has almost 2000 when I got there. The following week,I won a tournament in Nashville that paid 9300,add that to the almost 5000 I had before I started,and that makes a sizeable knot. I was coming home and looked in the rear view and saw the same car that was behind me when I left the parking lot of the poolroom,and got spooked. I was getting low on gas,and HAD to piss,so I formulated a plan. I flew into a rest stop on I-40,and ran into the bathroom,Glock 23 stuffed into my waistband. I got into a stall and stuffed the whole roll into the toilet,and waited for someone to come in,expecting a shootout. I'll be damned if the next guy to come in was a State Trooper. I was relieved to say the least,I was literally sweating bullets at this point. I explained that I was coming from Nashville,and was being followed by the red Cougar that was sitting outside. He said it pulled off when he pulled up. I told him well that's a good thing,because I thought they were going to try and rob me. He asked me what I had that would make them want to rob me,and I said watch this,and pulled the sopping wet roll out of the toilet. "I just won almost 10,000 at a pool tournament in Nashville,and have a reciept,proof that this isn't drug money. I am armed and have my carry permit in the car,what I need from you is an escort to Union City." Of course,I had to explain this several times to him,due to him laughing his ass off at the sight of me pulling a dripping wet horse-choker of a wad out of the can. His mood changed when I told him I was armed,and he asked for the weapon. When I presented it to him after dropping the clip and racking the slide,he said "well,at least you have good taste in guns,but you sure don't have much sense,why did you stop?" After telling him that I had to piss and was down to 1/8 of a tank,he said come on I'll escort you home,after I see your permit,but you can't have your gun back until we get there. I found out first hand that a 15k roll will indeed plug a toilet. Once I got home,I ironed the whole roll. Tommy D.
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