You know it's going to be an interesting day when a half hour after you come back from the bank where you went to break down a couple twenties into smaller bills and change, that you get a phone call from them. They want to know where you got the twenties.
Why? Because, well, one of them was counterfeit. Huh? Yeah, like in between running around after 6 dayhome kids, I'm in a dark, dusty corner of the basement turning out twenties. Bwahahahaha.
So you tell them the truth, that you actually got it out of one of their own ATM's just 2 days before and they tell you "Everybody says that".
So now we're wondering how many more of the twenties the ATM spit out at us that day are counterfeit. Just a wee bit nerve wracking.
Yup, it bodes for an interesting day.