By JESSICA BLANCHARD
SEATTLE POST-INTELLIGENCER REPORTER
Alerted to a counterfeiting ring, police rushed to the scene and collared the prime suspect.
A 12-year-old boy from West Seattle.
The Madison Middle School student used a relative’s computer to create 20 realistic-looking $1 bills earlier this week and passed a dozen of them out to classmates, according to Seattle Public Schools spokesman Peter Daniels.
One of the boy’s friends used a phony dollar to make a purchase in the school cafeteria Monday, but the con wasn’t discovered until cashiers made their tallies at the end of the day, Daniels said.
Cafeteria workers, on the alert the following day, caught an 11-year- old student trying to buy beef jerky with the fake money, Seattle Police Department spokeswoman Deb Brown said.
More: http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/219333_counterfeit08.html
It seems to me that the bigger crime is that a middle school was selling… BEEF JERKY! Yikes!
It’s good to see that today’s kids are so technically savvy. None of the bills that I made using colored pencils were ever good enough to pass.
It seems to me that the bigger crime is that a middle school was selling… > BEEF JERKY! > Yikes! >
Huh? It’s a major food group, like pepperoni sticks and potato chips.
Why, you’re just a big food snob!!!
When I was in college, the cafeteria food was unbelievably bad, so any of my money that didn’t go to cigarettes went for food. One week I ran out of funds early and didn’t eat for a couple of days. I finally managed to borrow fifty cents, so I went to the Student Union Building snack bar and ordered a hamburger and a chocolate malt.
However, just as I was paying for it, I passed out–just long enough to fall down. It happened that there was a dance in the SUB that night, and the Dean of Men and the Dietician (a lady known as “Sarge”, who was solely responsible for the horrid cafeteria fare) were sitting nearby, waiting for the whingding to begin. The Dean came running over, and I told him that I just hadn’t eaten in a couple of days, but that I’d be fine now.
The numbskull refused to let me eat, calling my meal of starch, meat, vegetables, and dairy “junk”. I was so mad (and hungry)!!! Instead, he dragged me off to the infirmary, and I ended up stuck in bed for three days, eating specially prepared steak-and-salad meals, and lots of malts and ice cream.
The funniest part of the whole affair was that as we arrived at the infirmary, the Nurse was just leaving, all dressed up to attend the dance. The Dean seemed a little panicked, and wasn’t communicating clearly, so when he told her that “all the blood ran out of his face”, she somehow thought that he was saying that I was bleeding internally, so she got ready to call a doctor, and was trying to figure out what kind of first aid measures to take. It took a while to sort that out.
I could never figure out how a hamburger with all the trimmings could possibly be considered anything less than a balanced diet–especially compared to the grease-soaked leather with nylon cross stiching that passed for meat and the putrid vegetables that were served in the cafeteria. (And the snack bar food was more sanitary, too. No one ever found giant cockroaches squashed between the trays at the snack bar.)
One thing good about the cafeteria food is that it more than prepared me for Army chow. In fact, the worst Army food I ever had was a hundred times better than what “Sarge” cooked up. I never threw up after eating in a mess hall.
Dis is what dem dare folks up Dare in Minnysoda should be feedin’ dem kids at skule, Lutefisk!!! Dem’s gude eatin’, ya shoor!!
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, how fragrant your aroma.
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, you put me in a coma.
You smell so strong, you look like glue
You taste yust like an overshoe
But Lutefisk, come Saturday
I tink I’ll eat you anyvay…
