The day after I bemoaned the weakening of my Weirdo Magnet, and a lack of tales to share... I found myself in an interesting situation!
I walked up to the counter of the Gas Station Chicken Store, and saw a banana in the little slot of the plexiglass, even though obviously a single banana won't get scanned. They know the prices of stuff at the Gas Station Chicken Store. It's a Mom and Pop Shop, even though the owners don't have kids.
"Oh. Should I wait on the banana?"
"Haha! Wait on the banana! I actually started ringing it up. He should be right back."
"That's okay. I'm not in any hurry."
A man was roaming around the back aisle by the cooler. He came up the middle aisle, and deposited a bottle of Mountain Dew, a candy bar, and an individual bag of chips beside the banana.
"That'll be five dollars."
"You're kidding! Only five dollars? Cool."
Banana Man also paid for gas that he had yet to pump. I don't recall how much. I wasn't really paying attention. I was looking at some cheap sunglasses that were RayBan knockoffs, for $3.99 a pair. I noticed Cashier fiddling with a bill.
"Oh. Uh. Do you have another bill?"
"Is there something wrong with that fifty?"
"Well, the machine doesn't want to scan it, and I can't see that thread in it."
"Oh. Sure. Here."
Banana Man took back his fifty, and handed Cashier a hundred dollar bill. The scanner liked it. Cashier saw the thread when she held it up to the light. So she gave Banana Man his change. Bagged up his five-dollars-worth of snacks. Off he went to pump his gas.
"Well. I guess you never know about bills like those fifties. I've gotten some bills at the bank that look kind of funny, but I just spend them at the next place I go."
"I'm not supposed to take them if I can't see the thread."
"Yeah. It should be there."
Here's my thought. Banana Man might or might not have know if his fifty was bad. He was not from around here, because he would know that the Gas Station Chicken Store lets you pump before paying. They are the first gas station off the highway. They look like a little hole-in-the-wall place that might not use the latest technology. Like their card-scanner thingy that's on a cable.
I might or might not have witnessed an attempted counterfeit-bill passing. If I had a questionable bill to get rid off, that's the kind of place I'd choose. Then again, I don't carry around fifties and hundreds. Only twenties for me.