Wes the Transporter
I am talking about taking on courier jobs without asking questions. There have been several times in my life when mysterious yet somehow trustworthy people have asked me a very simple question:
Could you do a favor for me? I need something delivered.
It actually is similar to the movie The Transporter. There are key differences between Jason Statham and I though:
- He has a cool accent, I do not.
- He is good looking, I am not.
- He actually can kick ass, I can not.
- He is an actor, I only get one take.
I’m only going to mention one specific incident; valentines day 2006. I recieved the call, “I need something delivered. Are you free?” Of course I was, when am I ever really that busy? The request was nothing outragious. Easily aquired and fairly common. I started driving. I arrive, meet the contact, and leave. Job well done.
Later, the phone rings.
Me: “Yes.”
Them: Thanks for the delivery.
Me: No Problem.
Them: I found the name and address on craigslist advertising sex with the first person to deliver those items.
Me: . . .
Them: Don’t worry; I’ll pay you back for them.
I don’t know if I’m going to answer Unknown calls for a while.