I have this theory that if you ever go to Western Union or use a Western Union, you probably

have an interesting story as to why.

Here's my Western Union story.

This one time I had a job and while working there, I got to be friends with a coworker.

His name was Billy Ray.

Billy Ray was a wild, crazy, older guy who had so many stories that I didn't even know

if they were true or made up or what.

I would sometimes hang out with Billy Ray after work.

He had an unusual way of looking at the world.

He had a lot of street smarts too and he always made sure to keep an eye on me to help me

stay out of trouble too.

One day after work, which was payday, Billy Ray asked if I could drive him home.

I said, sure, we hop in my car.

He says, hey, on the way home can we stop by Western Union.

I said, Billy Ray, there's nothing good for you at Western Union.

Trust me, don't want to go there.

He said, no, no, no, I have to send money back home to my mom and we'll walk.

I said fine, so we drive to Western Union.

I park on the street right in front.

I tell him, listen, I'm going to wait here in the car until you get out.

He gets out and goes in.

Now, my car was a little weird.

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