Charles Payne - Musings On Current Day America

When I first began working on Wall Street, I sat in the area of the firm where new guys and misfits sat. It was there that a couple of Russians befriended me as they were new and struggling as well. One day they asked if I wanted to hang out, but first, one of them had to pick up a new suit. No problem, I tagged along to Dollar Bills on 42nd street and perused the store. I was encouraged by my friends to take a look around the store as there were lots of hidden gems among the racks. In the meantime, I saw them collecting a bunch of suits to purchase.

One of the guys paid off a suit that was on layaway and then went to get his buddy, and we headed out of the store. As we walked up the block, they began to laugh, deep-throated bales of laughter because they had pulled a fast one. The suits they were accumulating as possible purchases were simply hidden in the garment bag of the single suit paid for - they hit the jackpot. They mentioned I was helpful because they knew security would be focused on me looking around the store and through the racks.

That was the last time I spoke to them, and it's not a wonder they didn't last much longer at the firm either.   More