At the coffee shop I used to work at, someone paid with a counterfeit five, once. My co-worker spotted it and held up the transaction. I told him to go ahead with it, because, frankly, who gives a shit? Other than the treasury department, I mean.
I knew the guy wasn't the original counterfeiter. I knew we weren't going to have to eat that five dollars, and even if we did, well, it's five bucks. Not something to alienate a customer over.
― Two Red Ducks, Sunday, 17 October 2010 16:39 (thirteen years ago) link