Alan Reynolds
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In the pub where I used to live there was a chap who was as tight as a nun.when i got a color printer ii scanned a 20 pound note and printed a fair few offscrewed them up a bit and dropped a few on the pavement .it was funny to watch people sneekily picking them up
It was in the days when you got paid in cash on a Friday and your wages were in a brown packet with your name on it.
We got an old one, put some change in it and some paper and sealed it up. We then dropped it by the bar.
When he came in, he saw it by the bar. He walked over and casually put his foot on it and ordered a drink.
It was at this point we congregated round him. Now he couldn’t bend down and pick it up, so he just kept his foot on it. He refused a game of darts and a go on the fruit machine and a game of cards. We started plying him with drinks and he was now busting for a pee.
His eyes were starting to glaze over and water after about two hours. We all then drifted to the other side of the pub and watched him bend down and pick up the packet and scurry off to the bog.
All he found was a few coins and paper and had the walk of shame when he came out because we’d put one of our names on the outside of the packet and he should have just given it back.
