I once had a job where I was asked to run to the bank for register money. They had apparently called ahead, but I was given no paperwork or identification or anything, and I was pretty sure that, even if I didn’t blurt out something stupid, I’d end up in handcuffs somehow.

Still, the worst part of that experience was that the brown, burlap-ish bag I used to carry the cash didn’t have a dollar-sign on it. I mean, come on. That’s just common sense.