Originally Posted by baddog

So, I was divorcing my first ex-wife. I was ordered to pay her attorney $250. I was bummed and pissed. I would show him.

I went to my bank and had to special order $250 in small change. They would not give me all pennies, but they did get it to me in pennies, nickels and dimes. It never dawned on me at the time just how heavy this was going to be. And that was when they were packed nicely in their wrappers, all stacked in rows.

That wasn't good enough for me though. I had to open up these rolls and pour them all into a pillow case. Now this shit was good and heavy. I lug it out to the truck and head to downtown Torrance.

Now downtown Torrance is pretty old, so no real tall buildings, but few elevators either. I cruise by the address to discover it is a two story building, with their office upstairs, no elevator and no parking spot within a block.

Long story short [if not too late], I get the pillowcase of money up to the office. The guy refuses it, gets his partner out there as a witness and suggests [rightfully] that the Judge probably isn't going to find it too amusing.

Needless to say I ended up dragging those coins back to the truck and eventually to the bank . . . and I sent the lawyer a check.