ok, so my team is running the swap meet at our local velodrome tomorrow.  bike stuff.  buyers.  sellers.  window shoppers.  you get the idea.

 

so the team general is out of town with his wifey, so he delegated the official day of ops to yours truly, the cap'n.  aside from having to get to the event super early (6:45), i have to get change to run the gate and concessions.

 

bank of america

 

me : [standing in line] ho-hum...

attendant : what do you need today, sir?

me : yeah, i need $200 in singles.

attendant :  [gulp] oh...  we can help you out with that.

me : [back to standing in line...]

 

teller : next, please.

me : hi, could i please have $200 in singles?  $1 bills...

teller : sure, no problem.

[hands me 2 $100 stacks of ones]

me : wow...

teller : what do you need all that for...?  ;)

me : you wanna find out?

teller : [giggle]

 

do i need to mention that i was in one of the epicenters of strip clubs in san diego?  yeah, the sluttiness of this episode didn't escape me.  awesometime.