today at work:
Boss Lady: Ami take this briefcase to 420 lexington, call this number, and give it to Dave, who will be waiting in his car.
In my head: that doesn't sound sketchy at all.
at 420 Lex I make the call
Dave: I'm not there, I'm in a black escalade at the corner of 50th and 3rd. Bring the briefcase to me there.
At the corner of 50th and 3rd there is a black escalade with all it's windows tinted completely black and a very obese man (Dave) who looks like he stepped out of an episode of the Sopranos.
Me: Are you Dave?
Dave: Yep, that's for me?
And I hand him the briefcase. A hand reaches from the back and quickly takes the case from Dave. I didn't even know there was anybody in there.
Dave (jokingly): Do I need to sign anything?
In my head: What the hell did I just do? This was legal, right? I can't go to jail. I'm too pretty to be locked up.