Pete had it made. In the trunk of his car was a stash of fake twenty dollar bills that he had been spreading around the tri-county area. It was really time to move on but when he saw the carnival, he made an inquiry.
"Hey I need a ton of quarters for a, uh, charity event and didn't know if you folks had some you needed to unload from your arcades and such. It will save us both trips to the bank - you to get rid of them and me to get them."
The man nodded and grinned.
"We didn't get to the bank in the last place we were at so I've got over ten grand in quarters. It's all in rolls so the counting will be easy."
Ten thousand! Sure it was heavy but all completely legal - no sweat when he exchanged them at a bank.
"You've got a deal," he said, extending his hand.
"I'm Jim," said the other man. "I'll get a tally and you can exchange as much as you want."
Pete wanted it all - ten thousand, seven hundred, and forty dollars in quarters for five hundred and thirty seven worthless slips of paper. He was hefting the boxed rolls of quarters into his car when Jim approached with one of his twenties.
"Hey, Pete. These bills are fake."
"What? You're shitting me?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Well damn, how was I supposed to know?"
"Exactly," Jim agreed. "They had me fooled for a while, too."
Pete certainly didn't want to get the police involved, so he played it reasonably.
"Look, take your quarters back and give me the funny money. If someone needs to go to the police, let me be the one. After all, you folks are busy and being from out of town, they might get suspicious of you."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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