My friend lives in Plains, Georgia. He was doing some work on his place and I had agreed to spend a weekend helping him out. This naturally resulted in a few too many trips to the local hardware store…on one such trip I came around the corner and there before me…sure as shit stood Jimmy Carter with a small secret service detail.
I look at him, and go “Mr. President?” He turns and says “Yes” I go “Jimmy I’d have voted for you If I was alive when you ran” he laughed and asked if I had voted in the last election and I said I sure did and he thanked me and went about his way.
I too saw Jimmy Carter. Him and his secret service detail had formed a heist crew called the “Cartwheelers”. I know because they hired me to be the getaway driver, which was interesting because I don’t have a driving license. They went to the bank with Jimmy Carter face masks to throw everyone off the scent, the ultimate double bluff.
The cashier, told to fill the bag with non-sequential bills at gunpoint, said “Mr. President? You sound an awful lot like Mr. Carter”, to which he replied “I told you to fill the bag, not speculate on who I might be!”, then pistol-whipped her. Anyways, long story short, we made it out of there ok. He left his calling card just outside the bank: a single peanut.
I appreciate this beautifully nuanced response to the previous post’s attempt at plausibility.
That’s nuts.