Sunday, February 8, 2009
So yesterday I went to the bank to deposit a check and some cash monies I had acquired. I pulled up, filled out the deposit slip, put everything in the sucky up machine, and waited for a friendly teller greeting (hoping for a sucker of course). As I waited, I look inside to see all the bankers examining my bills. I thought to myself, "Self, wouldn't that be funny if those were counterfeit?". Just then I hear the teller's voice telling me that my bills were in fact just that. I was so shocked, I couldn't believe it. He asked me where I received the money. I told him from my friend Doug, who we did some work for (trying to make it sound like it wasn't some crazy undercover job). He proceeded to explain to me why they were counterfeit and how he wasn't going to give it back to me. I was kind of freaked out, but luckily they didn't take me down to the Big House. I just told them I was real sorry and tried not to peel out of the drive-up.
I called my friend Doug afterwards and asked him where he got the money. He had found it in the apartment we had been helping him fix up and told his cousin not to worry about paying us. I told him that if he was counterfeiting money he should let us in on it. I mean, come on, what are friends for? Luckily he hadn't tried to spend/deposit his yet. I think this was the closest I've come to breaking the law. Kind of exciting.