Slightly irritatingly, one of my attempts to withdraw dollars from a cash machine yielded a stack of slightly old $10 bills, a few of which are very slightly worn at the edges. Normally I wouldn't give two shits, but here this proves to be a problem. You take them to the exchange booth and the women take them off you with huge frowns on their faces, examine the notes under a microscope, sit there for a minute sucking air audibly, shaking their heads slightly and stroking their beards, and then fling the notes back at you. "Old. Cannot change." they exclaim.
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