In my opinion, the coolest denomination of money is the 2 dollar bill. I have saved all of the two dollar bills I've ever gotten. Sadly, I only have two of them. My grandfather gave me one back in about October or November and a couple of weeks ago I got one at the Jack-in-the-Box, or JIBS as my brother, Alan, so nicely puts it. I guess having never sought out one, it reflects their rarity.
The JIBS bill, I think, was a kind of gift or token from the drive-through guy. I was trying to figure out what Alan wanted to order and kept drawing out my words while talking to him, you know, like the wazzup of Budweiser commercial fame. It wasn't too surprising, but he matched my drawn out drawl with a raised-octave, drawn out will that be all for you. I wasn't sure if he was being funny, or being a douchebag, or both, so I decided the one up approach was best. No, that'll be all thanks, higher and longer was my counter offer. This continued for a couple of exchanges until I was told to approach the first window.
I turned to Alan and laughing, he concurred with my confusion of this guy either being a douchebag, or just having a good time at a potentially crappy job on a slow night.
So I approached the first window (which was weird if you've ever been through this drive-through. I can't ever think of a time I'd been called to the first window, and even when I got to the second window, the girl asked me to pay again, which I promptly refused) and saw a normal looking kid, speaking in a regular voice. I paid for the food, and as part of the change I got a pretty good quality 2 dollar bill.
So, of course, I like to think that this kid and I were just having a friendly, albeit weird, conversation. Who would give someone a 2 dollar bill as change if you were trying to be a douchebag. I mean, unless you consider that he might put no stock in the things, but I see that as a very unlikely scenario.
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