A Short History of Transactions in Lithuanian
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Yep.. I'd take a soft cushion.. for the uncomfortable drive home... (assuming he gets out alive)
Jon, you must be bricking it.
Sure what has to worry about, he has us, the SCM community giving him all the positive energy a man could hope for.
they've rumbled your plan, mobile phones are shit in low light hence the late meeting
I'd be soiling my panties at the thought of a late night meetup with the driver
My partner.. EDGARAS..
He come bearing gifts too..
Wouldn't it be weird if Jon's random number sequence ends up equalling the number of times he is bummed in his long career in a subterranean Lithuanian bordello?
How fucking dull.
*End of thread*
More detail. Brown paper bag? Counted out in wads of what?
Did you have to provide your address in any of this......?
Did you have to provide your address in any of this......?
More importantly (for jon) is his anus still intact
Was it all used notes in a paper bag?!
The slightly longer version:
I get to the 2nd motorway service station and park in the busiest part I can find. No sign of the lorry. This time I’m on my own as my mate has gone home.
I have a walk around the back as that’s where the lorry park is and I can see a truck with the right company name, so over I go.
By this time it’s semi-dark and the lorry park is pretty isolated. The driver is in his cabin and opens the door and beckons me in. At this point I seriously consider cutting my losses and getting the hell out of dodge. I think ‘fuck it, I’ve come this far’ and climb up into the lorry cabin. This will sound like I’m making it up, but I swear the driver has got a 70’s handlebar mustache.
I leave the lorry door open and I’ve got one leg hanging out the door just in case I need to make a quick exit. He asks to see some ID. I tell him I haven’t got any. Instead I show him my phone and some emails from the Lithuanian lawyer. He seems satisfied.
He pulls out a wad of cash and I start counting it. All the while I’ve got one eye on him and I’m ready to spring out the open door if there are any sudden movements. The cash seems all there so I shake his hand, jump out pretty sharpish and hot-foot it to my car.
I have learnt from this experience that I’m not suited to a life of crime. Walter White I am not.
I get to the 2nd motorway service station and park in the busiest part I can find. No sign of the lorry. This time I’m on my own as my mate has gone home.
I have a walk around the back as that’s where the lorry park is and I can see a truck with the right company name, so over I go.
By this time it’s semi-dark and the lorry park is pretty isolated. The driver is in his cabin and opens the door and beckons me in. At this point I seriously consider cutting my losses and getting the hell out of dodge. I think ‘fuck it, I’ve come this far’ and climb up into the lorry cabin. This will sound like I’m making it up, but I swear the driver has got a 70’s handlebar mustache.
I leave the lorry door open and I’ve got one leg hanging out the door just in case I need to make a quick exit. He asks to see some ID. I tell him I haven’t got any. Instead I show him my phone and some emails from the Lithuanian lawyer. He seems satisfied.
He pulls out a wad of cash and I start counting it. All the while I’ve got one eye on him and I’m ready to spring out the open door if there are any sudden movements. The cash seems all there so I shake his hand, jump out pretty sharpish and hot-foot it to my car.
I have learnt from this experience that I’m not suited to a life of crime. Walter White I am not.
Make sure they don't follow you.
Bet you already have an outfit.
Rafaman.
