HNT and 10 to 20 in the Federal Pen
I was looking through old photos the other day, trying to find good pics for Half-Nekkid Thursday and Self Portrait Friday when I found a bank envelope. It was from the bank where I used to work years ago and it contained two $20 bills from the 1950's. I had bought these from the bank thinking they would be worth something as a collectible; that day I decided they were worth exactly $20 each and put them in my wallet. The reason these bills came to my attention in the first place was that they felt counterfeit. I brought them to my supervisor who then examined them and declared them genuine. It seems the 1950 series of bills will respond to the Magic Marker of Banking (otherwise known as the Smart Money Counterfeit Pen) in a way that suggests it's fake. Assuming that I would never spend them I took them home and tucked them away.
Fast forward to this afternoon. The boys wanted tacos for lunch and since I'm never against a quick, cheap soy-based meal of faux Mexican food we head out to Taco Bell with $40 burning a hole in my pocket. Okay, so I don't have pockets today; quit getting all technical and shit on me. You know what I meant. My order comes to $11.11 and I hand the dude with the funny earphones $21.11 and wait for my change. And wait. And wait some more. The store manager comes out and takes my license plate number and that's when I realize the bill failed the pen test.
Next thing I know the Manager is telling me that the bill is fake and the police have been called (right as they're walking up to my car, mind you) and where did I get the bill. I tell him I got it from a bank and ask him to check the other bill I have. He checks it and it comes out real. "Okay then, I'd like to pay for my meal with that one then." I tell the police which bank I got it from and how I worked there and blah blah blah. They ask me to pull around the building and talk some more. After explaining the situation one more time the officer takes my information and tells me he's taking the bill to the bank to have the teller I named verify its authenticity. He then tells me the manager has decided to not press charges. "Well, that's good!" I say, "I'd rather be out twenty bucks than go to prison!"
Before I had time to get lunch on the table and get the kids fed the phone rings; it's the cop. He says the bank has explained the situation to him and that he'd be by to give me back my REAL, GENUINE $20.00 bill. I'm taking it back to the bank and exchanging it for a newer bill. I mean, I wanted to get served lunch, not 10-20 in the federal penitentiary! I wanted to take a pic of me holding the $20 bill but I can't find the new camera; it seems Hubby has it hidden. I can't imagine why...so here is a scan of my hand "holding" the "counterfeit" bill.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday people. Keep it clean, and be safe.
Fast forward to this afternoon. The boys wanted tacos for lunch and since I'm never against a quick, cheap soy-based meal of faux Mexican food we head out to Taco Bell with $40 burning a hole in my pocket. Okay, so I don't have pockets today; quit getting all technical and shit on me. You know what I meant. My order comes to $11.11 and I hand the dude with the funny earphones $21.11 and wait for my change. And wait. And wait some more. The store manager comes out and takes my license plate number and that's when I realize the bill failed the pen test.
Next thing I know the Manager is telling me that the bill is fake and the police have been called (right as they're walking up to my car, mind you) and where did I get the bill. I tell him I got it from a bank and ask him to check the other bill I have. He checks it and it comes out real. "Okay then, I'd like to pay for my meal with that one then." I tell the police which bank I got it from and how I worked there and blah blah blah. They ask me to pull around the building and talk some more. After explaining the situation one more time the officer takes my information and tells me he's taking the bill to the bank to have the teller I named verify its authenticity. He then tells me the manager has decided to not press charges. "Well, that's good!" I say, "I'd rather be out twenty bucks than go to prison!"
Before I had time to get lunch on the table and get the kids fed the phone rings; it's the cop. He says the bank has explained the situation to him and that he'd be by to give me back my REAL, GENUINE $20.00 bill. I'm taking it back to the bank and exchanging it for a newer bill. I mean, I wanted to get served lunch, not 10-20 in the federal penitentiary! I wanted to take a pic of me holding the $20 bill but I can't find the new camera; it seems Hubby has it hidden. I can't imagine why...so here is a scan of my hand "holding" the "counterfeit" bill.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday people. Keep it clean, and be safe.
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