My favorite place to deliver orders was the Eurodollar pit. I didn't know what a Eurodollar was, but the pit was huge and busy, and it was all men. The men got excited when I walked by, so when I got a bunch of orders from the people on the phones, I delivered them inefficiently so I could walk by the Euro pit and see the men get excited.

The broker I deliver to had three pit clerks. At first, I'd give the order to anyone, but then I knew that just one guy held the pile of orders on paper -- the deck -- and the other two guys watched for hand signals from the people on the phones -- arb.

I walked by the Euro pit on the way to the Swiss pit, and one of the Euro arb guys said, "Hey, you never give me anything anymore."

I said, "That's because you don't hold the deck."

The other Euro arb guy said, "That's not what he's talking about."

I passed by again and the deck guy asked me how I got my legs so strong and tan. I didn't realize my legs were strong and tan.

I flexed my legs as I walked back to the Bache desk, where I stood around until someone called in a new order.

I got a S&P order. "Hey," one of the Euro guys yelled, "that slit sure is high."

I looked at my dress. I was the only person on the floor who wore a dress. Actually, it wasn't a dress but a beach cover up, and it was slit to the top of my thigh; There were strict dressing regulations on the floor, and this was one of the only things I owned that met the requirements.

 

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