May 10, 2007
E Pluribus Unum
The other morning I was in the Samsung cafeteria buying breakfast. I handed the cashier a five dollar bill. Just as it hit her hand she said, "it's counterfeit." I was like, "what are you talking about?" Turns out she was right. You could see the paper was not quite right and the colors were different. There was none of the hidden faces and messages when you held it up to the light. The most amazing thing though was how instantly she knew. That was cool. I felt like an accessory to a crime. I've kept the bill in case I lose a five dollar bet during the baseball season. Then it will come in handy.