3:51pm|reblogged from BUS YOUR OWN TRAY:
Spiegelman the Counterfeiter
The woman at Urth Caffe who just sold me a brownie did the whole hold-the-bill-up-to-the-light-to-see-if-it’s-counterfeit thing. Except, I paid with a ten.
When I worked at a children’s museum, on slow days we would often do the check-the-watermark trick with one-dollar bills. One girl took it even further, occasionally consulting with a co-worker before accepting quarters. She’d always smile apologetically and explain, “Just making sure you weren’t trying to slip me a Susan B!”
