I once worked as a commercial teller at a bank that serviced a high volume restaurant chain known for its sausage products. Every Saturday, as a thank-you to us, they would usually bring over some sausage and biscuits for our staff to eat when they picked up their coin order. One Saturday, I received a frantic call from the manager--he was short staffed and had forgotten to send someone over to pick up the coin order. Sure enough, a few minutes before we were to close the assistant manager came rushing in to pay for the order. He pulled a large wad of cash out of his coat pocket and handed it to me. As I opened the roll of bills, out fell a condom! I knew it wasn\'t a come-on--I was a good ten years older than him--but I sure as heck didn\'t know what to do about the condom. I pushed it out of sight while I counted his cash and debated what to do about it. The coin was sealed in bags, so I couldn\'t just slip it in with the order. I would have to hand it back to him. What would I say? Oh, by the way, you may need this later? I don\'t think so! I chickened out and didn\'t give it back to him. After he left, my assistant wanted to know if they had brought us some sausage and biscuits. No, I regretfully informed her, we didn\'t get the sausage--just the casing--and I held up the condom.
We all had a good laugh, but I still wonder to this day if my lack of courage just interrupted his Saturday night fun, or did the guy father a child that night?
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| Story Date:2008-10-20 |