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My roommate and I were in this big wedding last Sunday.
This big man was getting married to this big woman, so many of their big friends from all across the world came.
It was a very lavish wedding. Money was being sprayed in dollars, and if naira was sprayed, it was the 1000 note. The more the couple danced, the more dollars were tossed into the sky.
We were dressed in neatly ironed shirts, my roommate and I, and around our necks were colourful 'Ask Me' tags that indicated our roles. We went into the crowd, scooping up the money sprayed and stuffing it into these black nylon bags.
There was so much money being sprayed. When our backs began to ache and we needed a rest, we told the ushers in charge of sharing food that we’d been working tirelessly under the sun and needed a break. They served us rice and fried chicken, and as soon as we stripped the meat off the bones, we got back into the field and resumed picking money.
By the end of the day, we had filled two large carpenter bags with money. When no one was looking, we quickly slipped out of the area.
I suppose someone eventually noticed that the two boys who had been picking money all day were missing and realized neither the bride's nor the groom's family had hired us.
We were already halfway down the street, my roommate and I, holding the carpenter bags and the fake 'Ask Me' tags we had printed, when we heard voices behind us.
"Hey, you two! Come back here! Bring back our money!"
This big man was getting married to this big woman, so many of their big friends from all across the world came.
It was a very lavish wedding. Money was being sprayed in dollars, and if naira was sprayed, it was the 1000 note. The more the couple danced, the more dollars were tossed into the sky.
We were dressed in neatly ironed shirts, my roommate and I, and around our necks were colourful 'Ask Me' tags that indicated our roles. We went into the crowd, scooping up the money sprayed and stuffing it into these black nylon bags.
There was so much money being sprayed. When our backs began to ache and we needed a rest, we told the ushers in charge of sharing food that we’d been working tirelessly under the sun and needed a break. They served us rice and fried chicken, and as soon as we stripped the meat off the bones, we got back into the field and resumed picking money.
By the end of the day, we had filled two large carpenter bags with money. When no one was looking, we quickly slipped out of the area.
I suppose someone eventually noticed that the two boys who had been picking money all day were missing and realized neither the bride's nor the groom's family had hired us.
We were already halfway down the street, my roommate and I, holding the carpenter bags and the fake 'Ask Me' tags we had printed, when we heard voices behind us.
"Hey, you two! Come back here! Bring back our money!"
My roommate and I were in this big wedding last Sunday.
This big man was getting married to this big woman, so many of their big friends from all across the world came.
It was a very lavish wedding. Money was being sprayed in dollars, and if naira was sprayed, it was the 1000 note. The more the couple danced, the more dollars were tossed into the sky.
We were dressed in neatly ironed shirts, my roommate and I, and around our necks were colourful 'Ask Me' tags that indicated our roles. We went into the crowd, scooping up the money sprayed and stuffing it into these black nylon bags.
There was so much money being sprayed. When our backs began to ache and we needed a rest, we told the ushers in charge of sharing food that we’d been working tirelessly under the sun and needed a break. They served us rice and fried chicken, and as soon as we stripped the meat off the bones, we got back into the field and resumed picking money.
By the end of the day, we had filled two large carpenter bags with money. When no one was looking, we quickly slipped out of the area.
I suppose someone eventually noticed that the two boys who had been picking money all day were missing and realized neither the bride's nor the groom's family had hired us.
We were already halfway down the street, my roommate and I, holding the carpenter bags and the fake 'Ask Me' tags we had printed, when we heard voices behind us.
"Hey, you two! Come back here! Bring back our money!"
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