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The Money Launderer
A tale of clean money
Tony was a money launderer. No, he wasn’t a member of organized crime; he just loved clean money. So he washed his currency in the washing machine and hung it up to dry.
“Tony, why don’t you get a debit card, like everyone else? Then you wouldn’t have to wash your money,” Joey asked as Tony pulled out four very clean dollar bills to leave as a tip.
“Plastic has no personality,” Tony replied.
Joey gave Tony a strange look.
“Alright, it’s settled. We will all meet at Paul’s house on Friday,” Carl said.
Tony, Joey, Carl, and Paul grew up together in the same blue-collar neighborhood. They were like brothers. They did pretty much everything together. This weekend they were going camping and fishing together.
Friday afternoon, the four friends piled into Carl’s beat-up old pickup truck and headed for Woodglen Lake, which could only be reached on foot via a four-mile hike.
They were about a half-mile into their hike when they saw a plane flying too low pass over their heads. A few moments later, they heard a loud crashing sound. They ran in the direction of the noise and saw the fuselage of a jet smashed against the side of a hill. The airplane had broken in half.
