New Money
 

Am I late to the show?

The new $100 bill is hideous: http://www.newmoney.gov/newmoney/fla...100/index.html

http://www.newmoney.gov/newmoney/ima...ashpage/b1.png

I never see those anyway...lol.

I don't really care what money looks like. I mean, it's not like I'm going to put it in a display case and stare at it.

I was going to say what AGDee said. Never going to see one anyway...

Also I thought this topic would be a discussion of the Mark Zuckerbergs of the world, not literally a new version of our currency.

I think he looks like an Alien now that everything is in color and they made his face green.

This.

I think the pop of color on the new money will look good when I make it rain.

Bills? What are those? I thought money came on little plastic cards with magnetic strips.


In all seriousness, these kind of things always seem worthless to me, since they will always be required to accept the old style of money which the counterfeiters can still produce.

I'm so disappointed...
 

I thought this thread was going to be about the nouveau riche.

Posted this in the wrong thread:

$100 bills are quite common in my area of the country. Men love asking for them in banks on a Friday, then spending them all weekend.

They use them even for small purchases (under ten dollars). It's not much fun standing in a cashier's line behind these men who think they look cool spending $100 bills when all they really do is hold up the line while a cashier scrambles to make change.

I say if you're going to cash a check at a bank, ask THE BANK for SMALLER bills because banks have LOTS of them and you'll save cashiers/customers in stores a lot of grief.

Using $100 bills is only impressive if you don't ask for change.

At this point I don't see why we don't just go to colored money like everyone else. I think the Mint's motto is, "Stopping fraud one color at a time."

Filarious.

Hardly anywhere will take them here, which is why I never get them. Besides, I use the ATM all the time and that only dishes out $20s

I almost got stuck in Ann Arbor over Thanksgiving my freshman year because one of the $20 bills I tried to use to buy my bus ticket home was counterfeit. I had to ride the bus because I had a last-minute exam from a not-very-nice professor, and everyone with cars had already left. The dorms were even closed. The bus depot clerk told me there was a ring of $20 counterfeiters operating in the area, and if I could remember where I got the $20 (I could), the police would want to take a statement. So, we waited and waited for the Ann Arbor police to show up...the bus was ready to go, and finally she told me, just report it to your local police when you get home. It was embarrassing, but also exciting.

I was all excited to tell my parents about my "adventure" and said we needed to go to the police station. My dad said, "they'll take that twenty as evidence and you'll be out $20." I was dumbstruck...apparently all the ethics lessons went right out the window now that I was an adult! So, he said, "Give me the $20, I'll give you a different one. Now it's off your conscience." And yes, he passed it off at some unsuspecting local place.