Today I was just getting started on my sales mission (to sell 20 cds or die tryin') when a car pulled over right next to me.  The lady in the whip asked me what I was doing with the cd in my hands and I told her I was sellin' it.


She then said,


"Oh that's great.  If we go to your bank is it ok if i get $100 worth of your cds?"



"Um ya of course that's ok."



"Great, get in the car."



I wasn't sure why we needed to go to my bank and I also didn't really wanna hop in this ladies ride but yall don't understand, when I'm slangin cds I will do practically anything for the paper. 




I can't control myself.  It's like I'm like Peppy Le Pew on them old cartoons who jus got his nose up in the air and will go anywhere and do anything cuz of the scent of it!



So I jump in the car, somewhat reluctantly, and she goes off on some story bout how her gym locker got broke into and all her stuff got jacked. 




She's supposedly got no ID or debit cards and she needs to pay to get her other car, which is broke down, out of the garage. 




Basically she needs me to cash checks for her.




We get to Bank Of America and she writes me a check for $490.  I go into the bank, cash it, bring her out the money and then she breaks me off wit dough.



She then says she needs me to cash another check for the same amount.  She jus didn't want to write it all on one check cuz she don't know me and didn't know if I'd bounce out the other door of the bank with her cash in hand.



She takes me to a different bank, writes a new check and and we do it all over again.  I get back in the whip and (surprise surprise) she says we need to do it again cuz she still don't got enough money to fix her car.




It was crazy thoughts goin thru my head at this point.  It was the classic devil on one shoulder and angel kickin' it on the other. 




Obviously I knew somethin' was up, but I didn't quite know what type of scam was goin' down, and since I was gettin' paid I convinced myself it was all good.




We did this at two more banks before I finally hit up my homie and he told me to bail. 



At that point I told homegirl I was sposed to meet my uncle and there was no way I could fit any more bank visits in before our scheduled appointment together. 




Everything seems coo now, but please keep your fingers crossed that I do not end up bein' tracked down by these guys:







My question to yall is, does anyone know what was up with this whole situation I got myself into?



Also, does anyone know how I get myself into these types of situations?