Crime Scene!

A woman walked in last night, in her late twenties, and asked if we would give her two tens for a twenty. It all happened quickly - we said yes, she walked out, and as we put the bill in the drawer, it seemed slightly off. Further assessment this morning made us wonder more, so we took it down to the bank. Counterfeit! And the interesting thing is they wouldn't take it - they told us to deposit it and mark it counterfeit, then they would send it to the Feds, (& debit our account $20) So . . . after dismissing thoughts of how easy it would be for us to pass it off on someone else . . . we will mark it fake and deposit it as instructed. C'est la vie.