A little OT, but not too far...
When I was 18, a good mate and I worked together for a nice guy with some seriously dodgy connections. (Many of whom you'll hear about on the news in Perth on a regular enough basis, even moreso in the late 90s. A couple of them have terrible gravy-stain goatees)
One day our boss takes us to a strip club during work hours, while some junior staff stayed in the shop, not unusual funnily enough.
At the club, after the show, the owner came and sat with us and explained how he needed to transfer ownership of the business to someone else's name. It wouldn't cost us anything, we'd earn an income from it, and we'd get all sorts of bonuses like drinks and lapdances and whatnot. This was the craziest thing that these two naive 18 year olds had ever heard, our minds boggled at the possibility of "owning" a strip club.
Somehow, luckily, we didn't enter into any arrangements with this "legitimate businessman." I imagine the last 12 or so years would have been pretty different if we had.
