To: Clemenza
It was some kind of policeman's ball raffle thing that we were supposed to sell. We were expected to be evasive when directly asked if we were cops.
There was also some kind of card game that we were supposed to play while we were on the 'phone. I bailed, went home, had a stiff drink, and took a long, very hot shower.
I just couldn't eat that much s**t. The whole thing was shifty.
32 posted on
08/12/2003 12:49:45 AM PDT by
Riley
To: Riley
The closest I came to true desperation was selling knives for the Vector corporation (earn $15 an hour!). Even I wouldn't sink that low!
33 posted on
08/12/2003 1:01:58 AM PDT by
Clemenza
(East side, West side, all around the town. Tripping the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York)
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