I'm extremely bored and I started thinking... and ended up halfway through a tough hypothetical situation. I thought it was cool... so I'm writing it down before I forget. In this scenario I somehow, against all odds, broke my friend's $1400 camera while I was showing him this really cool place that a photographer like him would call heaven. Excuse the poor grammar.
I say "shit... how much does it cost?"
He says "you don't have to..."
I say "hey, don't. how much is it?"
he says "$1400..."
I stop and think for a sec. "I can get you the money in less than a month for high risk, or in three months for fairly reasonable risk."
He gives me a weird look and asks "what are you going to do?"
I say "one month or three?"
He says "three."
A month later he's old enough to place bets and gamble. I take him to a nearby race and tell him the plan. "in every sport you can gamble on, there's at least one lone shark. I've got $50 right now, in two months you'll have $1400. All I need you to do is place the bets and not talk to anyone I do. Cool?"
"That's a bad idea."
"I know, but just trust me on this one, alright? Gambling runs in my blood." I lead him in. "stand right there and look bored."
I scan the room and see what I'm looking for: a man in a nice suit sitting at a table by himself. He doesn't have a briefcase like in the movies, which is slightly disappointing. But his left arm is closer to his chest than his right so I know he's carrying some money. I walk over to the table and sit down. I don't say anything, just look at him.
"Can I help you sweetheart?" he says.
"How much interest?"
He chuckles. "200%"
"Smart" I say "The interest is high so your clients are forced to bet big. But that doesn't benefit you, now does it? Anyone who comes to you has a gambling addiction. That means the only way you get your money back is if they win. I'm guessing you're employed by the stadium. But I don't want to play by stadium rules. I want the same as you do; under the table. I want to get back my money with a little extra for myself. But I'm generous, so I'd like to help you out a little too. $50, 120% interest. Off the books."
"150 and you've got yourself a deal."
"Nice doing business with you, sir."
"Aren't you a little young for this sport?"
"Is anyone too young to take a chance?" I got up and walked away with an extra fifty dollar bill in my pocket. I didn't need to look back to see the grin on his face.
That's as far as I got before I picked up my laptop... I left out a huge argument between my friend and I, so sorry about that. I couldn't remember the exact wording, and that's sort of important with this specific friend. But it doesn't really matter that much.
I say "shit... how much does it cost?"
He says "you don't have to..."
I say "hey, don't. how much is it?"
he says "$1400..."
I stop and think for a sec. "I can get you the money in less than a month for high risk, or in three months for fairly reasonable risk."
He gives me a weird look and asks "what are you going to do?"
I say "one month or three?"
He says "three."
A month later he's old enough to place bets and gamble. I take him to a nearby race and tell him the plan. "in every sport you can gamble on, there's at least one lone shark. I've got $50 right now, in two months you'll have $1400. All I need you to do is place the bets and not talk to anyone I do. Cool?"
"That's a bad idea."
"I know, but just trust me on this one, alright? Gambling runs in my blood." I lead him in. "stand right there and look bored."
I scan the room and see what I'm looking for: a man in a nice suit sitting at a table by himself. He doesn't have a briefcase like in the movies, which is slightly disappointing. But his left arm is closer to his chest than his right so I know he's carrying some money. I walk over to the table and sit down. I don't say anything, just look at him.
"Can I help you sweetheart?" he says.
"How much interest?"
He chuckles. "200%"
"Smart" I say "The interest is high so your clients are forced to bet big. But that doesn't benefit you, now does it? Anyone who comes to you has a gambling addiction. That means the only way you get your money back is if they win. I'm guessing you're employed by the stadium. But I don't want to play by stadium rules. I want the same as you do; under the table. I want to get back my money with a little extra for myself. But I'm generous, so I'd like to help you out a little too. $50, 120% interest. Off the books."
"150 and you've got yourself a deal."
"Nice doing business with you, sir."
"Aren't you a little young for this sport?"
"Is anyone too young to take a chance?" I got up and walked away with an extra fifty dollar bill in my pocket. I didn't need to look back to see the grin on his face.
That's as far as I got before I picked up my laptop... I left out a huge argument between my friend and I, so sorry about that. I couldn't remember the exact wording, and that's sort of important with this specific friend. But it doesn't really matter that much.
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