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"Originally Posted by baddog
Reminds me of a story (better than his).
I was divorcing my first wife, and while most things in the settlement I did not have a problem with, the Court ordering me to pay $250 to her attorney kind of pissed me off, so I decided I would pay him in pennies.
I had to order $250 in pennies from my bank, which they provided. I then went home and broke open the rolls, emptying the rolls into a pillow case. I then proceeded to her lawyer's office.
I was pretty dismayed when I pulled up in front and saw it was an older, three story building, meaning there was no elevator. Damn. Also, no parking in front of the building.
You really don't realize how heavy $250 is until you have to carry them in a pillow case, a city block, and up two flights of stairs.
To say the attorney was not amused would be an understatement. He reminded me that the judge probably had less of a sense of humor than he, and would probably find me in contempt if he found out about my "prank."
I then carried the bag down two flights of stairs, and a city block, back to my truck. "\
hahaha god damn you that was good.
my penny story is lame... went to pay my cable bill at the bank (they accepted pymts there) and the two pennies that I was attempting to pay bill with had something sticky on them and the bitch teller refused to accept them. I raised hell, she raised hell, her boss raised hell, and I left with two sticky pennies and an unpaid cable bill.
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