You are off on your lunch break; you need to do some banking. You rush into the bank only to end up in a que. Ahead of you is a young foreigner in a leather biker jacket. He’s rather unshaven and wears his hair long and disheveled. He’s looking around, kind of confused, like he doesn’t entirely know what’s going on. He’s trying to look nonchalant about things, trying not to stick out. But he does. All the other patrons are little old ladies. He steps up to the teller, unzips his jacket, and pulls out a brick of cash, all in small unmarked bills and asks to deposit it.
Yeah. That was me this week. I had some awkwardness with paying for my tuition and ended up paying for it all (yes, an entire terms worth of tuition) in cash I got out of an automatic teller machine. Next-time electronic transfer, next time.
So, as the old saying goes don’t judge a book by its cover. What may have appeared to be a money-laundering scheme was in this case simply a Divinity Student trying to navigate International Banking.
Peace,
Chris
1 comment:
Your sure that money didn't need laudering?
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