It was Friday the 13th and everything was going as scheduled. I was to pick up the cash at the bank, and meet John to get the title and sign all the paperwork. Travis was working, so it was up to me and Chopper to carry out the mission. I gave myself ample time between the bank and going to John's because I knew I wanted to build a little money house. I envisioned money stacks, crisp and bound, pilled three, four, five stories high perhaps? As it turned out, my money house was barely a split level, with the whole of the stash measuring about an inch 1/2". Its amazing that anyone would want to trade a whole boat for that!
"Are you going to be all right carrying all this cash?" asked the bank teller, who was a bit annoyed that we walked up to her window before she could sneak off to lunch.
"Sure. I got the dog"
We both look down at Chopper, who by this time knows the meaning of "dog", and is looking at us with a bit of an ironic look, like he understands sarcasm too.
The bank teller doesn't smile, while she tucks our hundies into a sweet money bag that was given to us by the neighbors. I was prepared to take a suitcase, but Joey insisted an envelope sized bag would be roomy enough.
Anyway I made a few more little jokes, mostly because I was so nervous. Paranoia had gripped me while standing at the little window. I was sure that big guy next to me was counting the money, and he didn't look to be afraid of Chopper. I was looking to see if he was making eye contact with anyone else at the bank, and was prepared to abandon plan if I saw anything suspicious.
Everything, however, turned out alright. I met with John, he signed the title, I handed him the cash, and that was it. We shook hands, and I drove off with an empty money bag and Jimmy Buffet singing on the ipod... "mother, mother, ocean.."