Originally Posted by elicotton
OK, I’m new to the cloak and dagger stuff and I just made myself look like a real dumbazz.
A friend and I decide to place an order for some “supplements”. The deal is that I know where to get them for about 1/3 of what he’s paying at the gym, so he readily agrees that everything will be in his name and shipped to his address. Also, he doesn’t have internet access at his home, and isn’t into computers, so he’s happy with me handling that end.
Anyway, he filled out the Western Union form thinking he will take care of it on his lunch break, but his girl calls and wants to go to lunch with him, so he calls me to see if I mind doing it for him on my lunch. I agree, and when I get in my car to leave, there is an envelope on my windshield and in it is the Western Union form already filled out with his info on it. I figure what the hell, it’s not quite $1000, so I won’t be asked for ID.
I get to the store that I normally use for this, and the first thing I notice is the little hottie behind the counter. (Usually it’s this old bitchy women.) Anyway, I hand her the form and she looks up and says, “Wow, John Brown from Hellsville. (All names have been changed to protect the guilty). I think I graduated High School with your brother. (Now, my friend graduated from a very small school in a rual area about 20 miles from here. He also has a very unusual last name.)
Now, I realize now that I should have just said, “No, I’m actually doing this for a friend.” or something like that but instead I say, “No, I don’t have any brothers.” She looks real confused and said, “Man, that’s just wild, I know a guy with the same name as you who lives in the same neighborhood. I used to go to their house to ride horses. He is a real big guy, too.”
At this point I’m trying not to laugh. As the girl is getting everything ready, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and this old guy who used to work for me in a textile mill is standing behind me with a big smile on his face. “Hey hey! Mr. (insert my real name here) How’ve you been, son?” After I pick my mouth up off the floor, :eek: small talk ensues, such as “where you working, living, hows the wife, etc.” So now, if she wanted to eavesdrop, this chick has heard my life story.
The dude leaves, and I turn back around to face the chick and get my receipt. The friggin confused look on her face almost made me lol, but I just played it cool. :afro: Finally she says, “Where in the world is the place you’re sending money to?” “Somewhere in Europe.” I answer. At this point she gets a very troubled look on her face but doesn’t say anything else, and I take my receipt and start to walk away. Just as I turn around, there is my bosses wife standing right behind me holding her baby. “Hi, ****, how are you?” I just told her I was late getting back to work, and had to hurry.
Now I’m going to be wondering all night if the chick behind the counter told my bosses wife about the episode, because if so, she will tell her husband who is my boss. I guess I’ll just ask him when it became illegal to send money to “Save the Children” via Western Union. :lol:
