I was in a hotel last week in Louisville. I arrived late and instead of going back out to get a bite to eat, I walked down the hall to grab a Diet Coke. When I pulled out my wallet I noticed I had about four singles, none of which looked any newer than twenty years old.
I took out two of the least beat up dollars, and sure enough the machine took them both like a champ.
It used to be where you needed to iron the bills, rub them back and forth on the corner of the machine nine times, and pray. From there you would try at least ten times, only to have the bill acceptor spit the bill back out to you. Then you would walk away disgruntled with nothing but frustration.
I give kudos to the guy who came up with the technology to advance the bill acceptor to the state they are today.
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