I visited a cash machine today and it spat out the above twenty. I nearly used it to pay for lunch at Sutlan’s Kite, but noticed the scribbling on the bill just before handing it to Sultan.
As if a prayer to Andrew Jackson, it says “I really need a cell phone badly. I’m at Cellular South they are running a credit check. I pray I get a free phone. Please let me get a phone.” On a hand-drawn signature line, it’s signed Ms. H.
Here’s hoping she got her free phone.