…packed?, I asked, as he readied our stuff for the moving van.
Wayne paused for a second and said: “Several pounds of cocaine.” :eek: :eek: :eek:
He was working a job in Miami. He walked into the living room and saw two guys fiddling with a large television set. He got just close enough to see that they had taken it apart and were taping some serious handguns to the inside of the cover. Okay. He figured he’d start in the kitchen. On the dinette were said bags of cocaine. “You guys want this packed?” He asked. “Damn straight” was the reply. He packed it.
I asked Wayne how he labeled the box. I got a blank stare. He said he figured the load must have made it since the driver was alive the last time Wayne saw him.
So… any of you have run into any truly strange things in your everyday lives?