Sorry, but *retarded * is currently one of my favorite words (very annoying for people who know me). Though I usually pronounce it r’TAWW-dit.
An acquaintance of mine has a “mental disorder”. He’s bipolar, like me. Unlike me, however, he does the occasional (but rare) Very Odd Thing. One day the Very Odd Thing he did got him in newspapers all over the place in “The Stupidest Criminal” section.
He robbed a bank. His own bank. The bank where the manager and staff know him personally and by name. He didn’t have a disguise. He didn’t have a weapon. And when police stopped him in his car he had a “How to Rob a Bank” book on the passenger seat. <smackie >
Now, the friends we have in common just had to ask, “Dude, what the hell were you thinking???” Answer: He doesn’t really know. The “what if” idea occurred to him and he just acted on it impulsively, without any real thought or feeling about it – as if the “no, no, very bad idea” filter that one normally has running in one’s brain, was just not working at the time.
Apparently, he was outwardly very calm and collected when he committed his crime – he was just in this dissociative “zone.” So when the cops asked “why did you rob your bank?” he could only answer “um,…I don’t know.”
Could be a similar type of thing. She had the fake bill in her purse and was in a dissociative state where stuff doesn’t really mean anything and logic is a little askew.
(It’s a hard state of mind to describe.)
Yes, but not a real fur coat. That’s cruel. Same with the green dress.
And I end up copying everyone else because I forgot to check the second page.
My parents live near Covington. As far as girl-watching there goes, that’s about as good as you can expect.
Very interesting – almost the same thing happened to my best friend from childhood. He went off his meds (I don’t know the exact diagnosis – he was living in Australia at the time), walked into his own bank, and robbed it with a pocket knife. Then he leisurely walked home with the police following him. Two years in prison. That was years ago and now he’s living about 100 miles from me, married to a woman half his age with two small children. He “seems” to be doing pretty well though doesn’t concentrate too well (Adult ADD??).
Ahhhh. So it was a “1920’s Style Death Coat.”
/got nuthin’
I can hear the clerk now, “Lady, them banjos ain’t free.”
I don’t think I could eat that many squid. (Oh, never mind…)
Hang on, I am having a little trouble with the fake $20.
Somebody took a $20 bill, cut the corners off it, and glued them onto a $1 bill. But you cannot spend a $20 with the corners cut off.
So it cost them $21 to produce a fake $20 bill.
Gangbusters, my mother, and Batman are right - crime does not pay.
Regards,
Shodan
The guy my friends are good pals with got some kind of probation (presumably, I mean, he’s not in prison now).
He wasn’t armed, wasn’t threatening, wasn’t disguised. He just politely gave the teller a note. Mostly he caused confusion because the staff of the bank knew him, (he lived around the corner!) and didn’t really put any effort into fleeing the scene of the crime. The bank manager was quite perplexed.
I think it all ended up being treated as an “incident” involving a psychiatric patient who had a “misadventure”. It worked out quite appropriately, this guy does not belong in prison.
I’d bet you can spend a twenty with one corner cut off. So you take four twenties and cut off one corner from each, and then glue them onto a one.
AFOAF who is a cop told me that most people passing bad bills do it in busy bars late at night. Poor lighting makes it easier to pass poor quality cash.
Are you kidding? If she had tried that, I’m sure she would have been caught before you could say “that’s a fake.”
Casinos handle a lot of money, especially large-denomination bills. A counterfeit $100 would stand out like a sore thumb; a counterfeit $1,000,000 would stand out like an eight-foot-tall, irradiated, neon green, glowing, mutant thumb that was tap-dancing its way to the buffet.
So, ya mean they´ll notice? 
But not a real green dress…that’s cruel.
If I had a million BNL references, I’d buy your love.
I don’t think so. From the Bureau of Engraving and Printing
Of course, they may be curious as to why the four corners are cut off, but legally, it’s still a twenty dollar bill.
Psssst. They don’t cut all four corners off one $20 biil, they cut a different corner from four different ones.
Yes, but what would you buy poor Alice, who was overheard asking blue-vested WalMart employees where she could find Kraft Dinner? Of course, being in Georgia, she couldn’t find any Kraft Dinner, and she was sorely displeased.
Moments later, she was being clapped into handcuffs. Poor Alice. Done in by boxed mac and cheese. She’s got the Blues, indeed.
Okay, I must ask: Huh?
Well, now she has an explaination. Evidently it was a misunderstanding, or kind of like a joke…or something.
I always did wonder if Butt-Head had a sister.