When I went to the bank, the very polite lady behind the counter asks me what the purpose is for my transfer of $4,250 to a strange address in Mexico that I couldn't pronounce, I looked her in the eye and with a straight face said "The purchase of two ounces of cocaine".
She just stares back with her mouth open then really shyly and quietly says... "I don't really know if we're allowed to help you pay for drugs, but I'm not sure".
I said "Don't worry, its a vintage watch" and she's like "... ah... ok then... a vintage watch".
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