my saturday morning ritual involves walking to the donut store. the kolaches weren't quite ready so we waited, i was leaning against a window. a man who had been hanging around outside came in and leaned against a window next to me in a similar manner. i noticed he was doing something with his hands and talking so i look over and he has a thick stack of $100 bills. he's showing them to me, and asks me if i think they're real. i noticed there is some fucked up chinese writing on them even though otherwise they are the same as a real bill. what is strange is that i have a real $100 bill in my pocket, which is an incredibly rare event. i ask to see one of the bills and he hands it to me. immediately i can tell its fake, and i tell him. he acts like he already knew this but i can tell he wishes they were real. i asked him how much he has, he says about $1200 and i ask where did he get it and he says "my mother." he looks at me and unfolds his desire... "she told me to buy a car. i'd like a car. i could buy some gas with this money, and drive around." the kolaches are ready and i say goodbye. as i'm leaving i start to wish i had traded him my real $100 bill for one of his fakes.