Counterfeit Cash!

On the way back from the deflation of shopping-but-not-buying, we stopped in to a new restaurant that NB had tried just that day for lunch -- F Café - where we had a very nice non-Indian dinner: Pizza, veggie burger-Mexicali thing, nachos, cold beer, nice wine. We sat outside on a covered porch, away from the volume of the music, protected from the sprinkling rain.

As we were leaving, walking through the still spitting rain toward the car, the waiter ran after us. One of the bills I'd given in payment was 'counterfeit'.

WTF?

We went back inside and the waiter explained the cashier has a machine that can tell if the bills are real. Lek and I were sure all the bills I gave him we had retrieved from the ATM. Until we examined the bill and saw that it was old and crumply.

Seems in the eight years since Atit has visited India the currency has changed somewhat, and the bill that raised the alarm was from Atit's stash. In looking at it we could tell that the foil strip was a different color.

Certainly an 8-year-old bill is still valid -- but no need fighting the point here, we can take it up at a bank.

We exchanged the bill -- though I sensed the waiter wanted a little more retribution than this -- and we were on our way.

Thanks again, Atit!     :-)