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Seriously. At this point I’m sure the owner thinks I’m bad luck. A walking omen of evil walking through the door and chiming the little bell above it.
My last post I told you about the mentally ill gentlemen and the frustration of seeing this man not getting the help he desperately needs. Well, yesterday I made my way to the little store again. My nephew was spending the weekend with us and I wanted to make a fun apple cake with the kids. The only problem was that I was out of eggs.
First, I tried to envision a way to make the apple cake without the eggs … it just wasn’t going to happen no matter how creative I got I needed those darn eggs. I didn’t want to go the whole way to the grocery store, because I knew if I did I’d buy at least 10 other things that I didn’t need. I just don’t possess the kind of willpower needed to walk the entire way through the store to the far back corner to get a package of eggs and walk all the back through to the checkout without putting other things in the cart!
I wasn’t even sure if the little convenience store would have eggs. They have a minimal refrigerated section, and it was the weekend. Those items go quickly to people like me who are out of eggs and just want to have some cake. So, off I went (in the rain no less.)
Through the door and there were a few other people in the store. I grabbed my eggs and a handful of 10 cent candy for the kids. I love that about this store, reminds me of when I was a kid and you could buy a whole bag full of sweet stuff for a dollar.
There were only two people in front of me. A woman buying a newspaper and wanting to play the lottery was directly in front of me, and in front of her a gentlemen whose items I couldn’t see on the counter in front. He handed over his money and the store stopped moving. The next thing I knew we were all being detained …. not allowed to leave and not allowed to keep ringing customers. The police were on their way.
What the hell? The man had no weapon, and didn’t seem to be a threat. Why were we all standing here not allowed to move on with our items? A few minutes later the police arrived and the cashier handed the 10 dollar bill to the officer wearing the gloves. It was a fake. Wonderful. Just great.
While the officers talked to the man who was telling them he got the money from his bank when cashing a check, and even giving them the street address of the bank and the name of the company he worked for etc… we could finally move on with paying the cashier.
Oh, no it’s not over yet. The woman in front of me put the newspaper on the counter and handed the cashier her lottery ticket with the little circles all filled in ready to run through the machine. He fed the slip of paper into the machine only to have it make a sputtering noise and shut off! The machine went down. She paid for her paper and went on her way with no lottery ticket.
My turn. Do I have to be next? The only two people in front of me in line didn’t have such great luck paying for their things. I was seriously nervous! I put everything on the counter and the cashier greeted me, and laughed a little and said, “If things like this keep happening you’ll probably stop visiting us on the weekends.”
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That’s pretty bad luck, always happens to me too. No matter how short the queue looks, there’s always some delay
Shops don’t call the police here for fake notes, they just refuse them (if they notice). I got a fake once in change from KFC
I’ve never seen them call the police either. I always thought they just kept the money to hand over to authorities later on or something and asked for a different means of payment.
When the man explained he got from the bank the officers did not seemed surprised at all. I didn’t hear their whole conversation, but one of them did say something like banks try to scan through as much as they can for authenticity but many have a hard time going through every bill that passes over the counter.
I admit I am quite curious what happened after. Do they go to that bank and investigate to try and trace the phony bill to where it came from? I would think so, but then I wonder if the city has the kind of resources to fully investigate such a thing.
Wow, seems a bit of overkill for 10$. Mind you in our local supermarket they go for the ritual humiliation angle. You know, call the supervisor over, all examine the note with exaggerated body gestures. Call the manager loudly querying the possibility of a fake note. Meanwhile the customer just wants to fall through a hole in the floor. Then finally they decide it’s not a fake. Hooray. I’m not sure what is worse. (with us it is £10 notes that seem to be the problem)