was working "night bonds" at cbot around 1990 and whenever a trader was hungry it was common to send out a clerk to "smuggle"in a sandwich & drink in their jackets.
the staff at the turnstiles were generally tolerant ,altho some of them could be pricks .
anyway ,one of the "big "traders "was jammed with a position and payed his clerk to pick up a package from someone outside and bring it back on the floor inside his jacket.
sure enough on the way in one of the guards aks him to open his jacket .............the clerk freaks out jumps over the turnstile and makes a run for the stairs..............unfortunately his hurdling abilities were not up to much and he falls to the ground and is captured with what turned out to be a half kilo of cocaine!!!
the clerk did some hard time and his mother had her mortgage paid .i never did find out the traders name .
the staff at the turnstiles were generally tolerant ,altho some of them could be pricks .
anyway ,one of the "big "traders "was jammed with a position and payed his clerk to pick up a package from someone outside and bring it back on the floor inside his jacket.
sure enough on the way in one of the guards aks him to open his jacket .............the clerk freaks out jumps over the turnstile and makes a run for the stairs..............unfortunately his hurdling abilities were not up to much and he falls to the ground and is captured with what turned out to be a half kilo of cocaine!!!
the clerk did some hard time and his mother had her mortgage paid .i never did find out the traders name .