That truly was incredulous.
Best ever? I paid for the hotel room. God, what a patsy. :smack:
But was the “this and that” worth it, at least? 
Reminds me. I didn’t know the guy personally, but my first hint that a certain crazy ex-coworker/flatmate of mine wasn’t right in the head was her defense of guys who get caught working as doctors without having the degree; specifically, one who’d worked as an allergologist in a hospital where she was the network admin. “If he was qualified before they found out he hadn’t even gone to college, he was qualified after!” “You’re missing the tiny point that he was never qualified and he endangered people’s lives on a daily basis.” “But he was such a nice guy!”
Oh, OK. If people are nice we should let them have any job they want, whether they are qualified or not, gotcha. Dibs on project manager at NASA!
According to Wiki, no bills over $100 have been printed since 1946, and in 1969, Nixon issued an executive order halting the use of the big bills. So if your parents’ friends had some, they were either extremely rare collectables or fakes.
Or the story happened before 1969.
I remember holding a $1000 bill in my hands. It was definitely before 1969 – my father and I were in line at the post office and the customer before us has just purchased postal money orders, paying with a $1000 bill. The clerk was a older man (of course, at my age then, anyone was ‘older,’ but I remember he was grandpa-type old, with white hair, as opposed to being Papito-type old, a grownup) and he showed us the $1000 bill and let me hold it.
This event kick-started a period of fascination with large bills and some (in retrospect) really bizarre or rude behavior from me, asking every clerk and cashier I encountered if they had any 100’s, 500’s, or 1000’s in the cash register. It must have looked like my mom was toting a three-foot tall heist researcher around with her.
By the way, today the $1000 is perfectly legal tender. President Nixon’s order was that the bills be collected and shredded instead of reissued, so they became rare by attrition, but they are legitimate money today and if you happened to have one, it is perfectly legal to both keep it and spend it, and it’s legal for a merchant to accept it at face value.
Of course, because they’re so rare, that would be a foolish move, since they are worth more than face value as collectibles.
I knew a girl, years ago in San Diego, who faked a British accent and claimed to be from England.
Turns out she was some punk from Lemon Grove.
She did this badly, I knew more UK slang than she did just from watching PBS.
I knew a guy in college who was a piece of work. He went to a party one night and tried to get me to go along. For some reason I didn’t want to. He was really insistent, but I still didn’t go. The next morning we had this conversation:
“So how was the party?”
“It was amazing! I got laid seven times!”
“No you didn’t.”
“OK, I didn’t. But I got laid three times!”
Yeah, much more believable.
Heh. I’m afraid not.
I busted my worthless piece-o’-shit supervisor (Ron R. from NV- if you were smart enough to be on this site, you would know who you were 
) sleeping in his cubicle more than once. He snaps awake and says shit like, “I was just concentrating!”, or “Resting my eyes!” . Had a litany of poor excuses for not having anything done. Real 3rd-graders, too.
World-Class Asspipe. One of the most worthless people I’ve ever met.
Worked with a pathological liar in Vegas, but she was more entertaining than malicious. Just learned to never trust her.
So, you might have answered: See, you didn’t need me to be there after all, did you? 
I had a girlfriend of several years tell me that she was in the hospital with “ethanol poisoning” and that apparently some psycho must have poisoned her at the strip club where she worked. I believed her and asked when I could come visit. She said not to bother bc she was about to get out anyways.
The next weekend I went to her house as usual, which was over 100 miles away, except she wasn’t there and told me to go back home bc she wasn’t going to be there for days bc she was at her grandmother’s, recovering. The next weekend when I saw her again, I started to ask more questions about her ordeal. She became clearly very agitated and insisted that if I didnt believe her I could see the hospital papers for myself and that I was tearing the relationship apart and making poor her miserable with my obsessive paranoia. I said sure, I would see the papers out if curiosity and bc I had known her to be a liar about a lot of other stuff. She never produced them and got mad if I asked.
Meanwhile, I noticed that there was luggage packed all over her apartment. She claimed it was from her hospital stay. Later, I found a flight itinerary with dates corresponding to her alleged hospital stay. I confronted her with this and she said “surprise! Baby that’s for us. I am taking you to San fransico as a surprise Christmas present. I already booked the plane tickets, and the reason they have old dates is bc I didn’t know when youd be on vacation from work, so I’ll have to reschedule them for x mas break.” now, I had also found a baggage claim ticket with the earlier date, proving she had already gone. You see, there was some guy she had been cheating on me with before, but he had moved to San fran. So I knew she had really gone to see him. However, I kept my mouth shut. My parents ended up chipping in for the hotel as my college graduation present, and I got a free trip to Cali just so she could avoid getting caught in a lie. After we got back I told her I knew she had already gone to cheat on me before the whole time, but pretended to believe her bc I wanted the trip.
Same girl also once told me she had cancer to avoid hanging out with me one weekend, and a whole bunch of other crazy shit.
I am having a little get-together this weekend, (nothing fancy) and you two would certainly be welcome to stop on in!
It’s so hard to find quality couples to hang out with…
I held a stack of them in 1968 - my Grandfather had just sold off most of the family business and was in the bank doing some business or another, and the vault was open. The bank manager who was a friend of my Grandfather asked me if I wanted to see the biggest money they had [lol I love the way he phrased it] and he took my Grandfather and I to the vault and handed me a banded stack of thousands. I was suitably impressed, my weekly allowance at the time was something like fifty cents [I was 7 at the time:D]
When I was 10 my best friend of the time used to lie about everything. Amongst other things he claimed that he had a girlfriend in Japan (we’re Australian), that he was a black belt in karate, that the reason he was late was that he had been attacked by a bunch of men with knives on the way over to my house, that he’d represented the state at every sport he’d played, etc.
It never stopped.
Oddly enough, he’s grown up to be a larger than life character who quite legitimately became a martial arts world champion. He teaches martial arts a lot in Eastern Europe (there are videos of this on Youtube), and is a really good man and an even better father. He’s one of those people that has really seized life by the horns.
He confided to me on a night out a few months back that the only reason he lied so much was that he found my 10yo self (I was the new kid at school, just back from a year in the US) quite worldly and impressive, and that he invented all that stuff in order to paint himself as my equal. Quite flattering, really.
“Amen” is the correct phrase - what a crap liar.
One of my classmates at school was full of it.
Among other things, he:
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designed the Gillette Sensor razor while he was on summer work experience at his dad’s company (his dad owned Gillette UK, or something, apparently).
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had an 18-year-old girlfriend who lived in Knightsbridge (swanky part of London) and was a model. We were about 14 at the time. He used to go and see her in London and they would go out to eat at a “Japanese Cantonese” restaurant. Uh huh.
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was going to introduce us all to this model, but she died a week before she was going to visit.
“I never had sex with that woman”.
Best “lie” I’ve heard in a while was more of an extremely lame attempt at whitewashing.
A few years ago, there was a huge local scandal here in NYC when various news outlets showed live footage of rats at play - by which I mean, totally pwning the premises - inside a Taco Bell/KFC Alliance joint. Especially when not long after, it turned out they had just underwent a health inspection and passed… TWO DAYS PRIOR. :eek:
In the wake of this, there was a huge call for better transparency and accounting of food prep inspection for all restaurants. They all have letter grades now prominently posted by the entrance (A, B, C or “Pending” which usually means the proprietor asked for a re-review of a non-A grade on some grounds or other), and you can look up online exactly when the last inspection was for any given place, when the next one will be, and any notes on the basis of the grade given.
Well, a friend of mine was in a bagel store one morning and a mouse comes out from somewhere while she’s on the line. The mouse is relatively fearless, scurrying around the floor while surprised people shriek and jump away from it. When she gets to the counter, the guy asks what’s going on and she says, “Uh… You have a MOUSE running around out here!”
The guy peers over the counter, glances at the still visible mouse, and dismisses it with the statement: “Eh. It’s not one of ours.”
I should find out what kind of grade that shop has got 
Valid point. I keep forgetting that I’m not the only ancient poster here… 