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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.
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