I met this guy named Chris the other day, and he told me during the course of our conversation of how he met the Ethiopian ambassador. Chris believes that the government controls the media, and that almost everyone in Hollywood is a character played by people in latex body suits, so take it with a liberal grain of salt, but it’s a funny story, true or no.
He said that he was once arrested for having a loaded firearm in his vehicle, and when he was taken to the station the officer asked him, “You from 'round here, or where ya from?”
He responded, “The African Rift Valley, if [some anthropologist, whose name I can’t recall] is correct.” The guard completely missed his point, and said, “Well, maybe we can get you a representative or something.”
Chris tried to bait him again, “You mean you have an austrolopithecene? Wow!” Again, the guard failed to hear the whoosh of Chris’ comment flying well over his head.
A few hours later, the guard returned, with the Ethiopian ambassador. Chris was dumbfounded by the fact that not only had the guard so completely misunderstood what he was saying, but also that he had actually gotten the Ethiopian ambassador to come down and meet with someone who was from nowhere more specific than “Africa.” The ambassador was pissed at having to waste his time because this bailiff was couldn’t tell that Chris [who is as anglo as they come, and obviously speaks American English as his primary language] wasn’t from Africa.
Chris was telling this story to me and to two others, and I was the only one laughing, but man, I was laughing my ass off enough for all of us.
Completely unbelievable. An ambassador wouldn’t come in person in a police station. Let alone for a random unimportant guy, arrested for an unimportant reason. And especially not if his citizenship wasn’t even established.
Who had millions stashed away in a bank account, which for convoluted political and personal reasons he was unable to access. However, if he had the right intermediary with a US bank account, then the funds could be deposited there and your friend could earn himself an easy $30,000,000. There was, however, just the small matter of the $5000 required upfront for operational expenses, and, oh yeah, if your friend could spare a couple of Rolexes {Rolices?} and Tag Heuers, that might help grease the wheels. I’m sure your friend will be happy to cut you in for a share of the proceeds when his ship comes in: meanwhile, I’ve got this bridge I’d like to sell you…
Yeah, reading my post again today, I realize that my version lacks the flair with which Chris originally told the story. Like I said, it’s probably all BS, but it’s still a funny story.