![]() Unfortunately, Bob’s friend wasn’t paying alot of attention when he opened the box, and a handful of crumpled bills spilled out of the overflowing carton. Thinking it might be a mistake, he decided to move over to an adjacent counter and open it right then and there. The postal clerk handed him a largish carton. The Alaska bush harbors some odd fellows and gals, and it’s not uncommon that by the evening of the first, the backwoods is rockin’.įinally, just before dark, Bob’s friend managed to get his turn at the General-Delivery counter in the tiny trailer. The drinking begins immediately, and lasts, for many, until the money is gone. On the first of every month, however, the population indulges- in anything and everything. They live on a few thousand or even a few hundred bucks a year, and money is always tight. This was a typical first of the month-the trailer was jammed with patrons wanting their checks, and the line extended several hundred yards back down the trail. The first of any month in rural Alaska is a big day, as most government subsidy checks arrive by bush plane for all the indigenous people’s of rural Alaska. About once a month Bob’s friend loaded his rifle for bears and made the four hour trek to the post office to see if anyone had written him a note.Īs luck would have it, Bob’s friend arrived at the postal trailer on the first of the month. What Bob hadn’t counted on, however, was that his friend lived in a hand-built log cabin seven miles by foot-trail from the nearest postal station, which was nothing more than an 8 by 25 foot travel trailer, far out in the bush of rural Alaska. So Bob insured the crate of loot for $5500 and shipped it off to Alaska, secure in the knowledge that his friend would get a chuckle out of the joke. Bob assumed he lived in a house or an apartment-whatever. Now it looked like a bunch of money.īob’s friend was living in Alaska at the time. So Bob and friends stayed up half the night removing the stacks from their money-bands, and individually crumpling each and every bill. Much to Bob’s chagrin, however, even $5500 in $1s, packed neatly into a large shipping carton, wasn’t all that impressive. Instead, this guy, the owner of TrixiePixGraphics, (we’ll call him “Bob”), had to pay several hundred dollars to have $5500 in “ones” delivered by armored truck from a bank in a nearby larger city which did have that much currency on hand. So when it came time to pay back the money, he couldn’t simply write his friend a check.Ī trip to the local bank revealed that rural banks don’t really carry as much cash as one might surmise. This guy - the owner of TrixiePixGraphics - was a chronic malcontent and trouble-maker even then. Many years ago, the owner of TrixiePixGraphics owed a friend some loot -about $5500. If we were, we’d be enjoying a relaxing game of invisible lawn bowling in some upstate looney bin, barking like a dog and talking to the Queen, not a bloody care in the world. Regrettably, no, we’re not quite….certifiable yet. Skip the Cheesy Story and Go to the Product How in the heck did we ever come up with an idea like this? Are we insane? Or gift wrap and present at her bridal shower. Roast the living daylights out of your “friend” by delivering this carton to her office. –The Possibilities are Limited Only by Your L.O.G. To David Letterman, While He’s ON THE AIR ![]() ![]() To the School Principal, During His Assembly Speech To Your Friend, the Attorney, in the Middle of His/Her Opening Argument Delivered at the Most Inopportune of Times ![]()
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