I looked through a new bill at a pair of Oakley sunglasses, and was surprised to find that the word “OBEY” appeared in prominent lettering over both lenses.
As it happens, I toured the Royal Canadian Mint in Ottawa just this weekend. The tour guide told us that the only cases where it actually happened were way up north, in absolutely extremely frigid conditions with the coin dropping from some height (colder than a standard freezer). Pretty much every other time when the toonie is claimed to have separated, samples that the Mint got their hands on showed that someone had somehow struck or forced the two metals apart with a tool.
In short, it was a popular rumour based on very little evidence.
Also, I did not know that Winnipeg handled all the circulation coins and Ottawa was now only doing collector coins, investment pieces and things like medals (Vancouver 2010) and tokens.
A rather fun visit!
Also, my friend received a plastic $100 bill for Christmas from her parents. We were sitting in La Banquise passing it around, amazed at the novelty of it, until we realized that it might not be such a great idea to pass $100 bills around the table…
Wait, wait. How expensive is poutine in Quebec anyways?
Hmm. I’ll have to look at the windows of the Apple store through one.
Oh, the poutines were only about $10 each. And AMAZING. Have a look at that menu and tell me you don’t want one! We just realized that passing the bill around in such a restaurant was a little funny!
$10 for poutine??
Meh, looking at the menu, it’s more like $6-$9, depending on what you get on it, for the regular size. Add a beer and you’re paying about $10 for a meal. Turkey, smoked meat, sausages, bacon, pepperoni, peppers, guacamole, etc cost a bit more than just standard fries cheese and gravy!
“In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight.
Villains and wickedness shall take flight
Because of my power–Muffin’s might!”
Toasterman,
Hero of song and story,
Toasterman,
Heading for breakfast glory…
We need a smiley that indicates a laugh so loud that it frightened the cats!
Thanks–I needed that!
Someone left polymer bills in a tin next to a heater, and they shrivelled. I wonder how hot they got?
I was at an RBC ATM this week, and when I walked up, the ‘attract screen’–the image displayed while the machine is idling–was showing an announcement about the new fifty…
Would have to be pretty hot… well above the ‘wallet on the dash’ temperature. The family probably uses electric baseboard heat; forced air coming out of a duct wouldn’t do that sort of thing. You can put the polymer notes in boiling water (100 degrees C) and not find them particularly damaged. They are made of biaxially-oriented polypropylene, which has a melting point of about 130 degrees Celsius, minimum. In fact, polypropylene is used where a plastic has to withstand high heat, such as in an autoclave.
Indeed. I larfed at the quote in the article, ‘Billard said she just wants to make people are aware that the new bills will melt under high temperatures. “People leave their wallets on their dash in the summertime.”’
Pretty sure if they’ve held up in Australia for decades, they’re going to be okay for Canada.
“Your Honour, I was only trying to save the bill from melting when I took that person’s wallet from his dashboard.”
Isn’t that “Your Worship”? Unless that’s only mayors.
It’s “Your Honour” in provincial court, which is the court of first instance in criminal matters–such as the theft Muffin was describing.
Ah, that explains it.
Yep, I’m Australian, been using polymer banknotes for 20 years; they’re not going to melt unless you deliberately set out to melt them.
“Your Worship” was the traditional way to refer to a presiding JP; don’t know if that’s still the case?
I believe you may be correct. In my little bit of clinical practice in Edmonton, when I was a student, I recall that JPs heard matters in docket court–mostly adjournments, and setting dates for trials (guilty pleas were sent before a proper provincial court judge). But that was because the Edmonton courts were big and busy places, and using JPs was likely the most efficient way to get through the daily docket. Still, I also recall that they were referred to formally as, “Your Worship.”
In the courthouse in my little city, provincial court judges handle everything (adjournments, and both guilty and not-guilty pleas). I’m reminded of the words of Judge Harry Stone on the old TV show, Night Court: “Let’s go people; we’ve got justice to dish out, and it’s getting cold.” (Paraphrased.)