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A friend of mine was one of the many young vice presidents at a bank back in the late 70s. Some farmer came walking in and he reeked of pig poo. No one wanted help him. My friend took a deep breath and asked if he could help him. The farmer said he had a check to deposit and he needed to open an account. The farmer handed him the check and it was for 4 million. Suddenly the farmer smelled quite sweet.
The farmer had sold off part of his land and the pig farm. My friend had a lot of fun showing that check to all the other VPs that did not want to help the farmer.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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