Yet Another Reason Why I Love Detroit

Someone walked into a rather well-known pawnshop on Greenfield and tried to hock a counterfeiting machine.

I don’t know any pawnshop owners, personally, but a close relative has extensive dealings with the more entrepreneurial element in the Motor City, and from the stories he tells I have to think that convincing someone like that to accept a machine that allegedly makes counterfeit money would be an undertaking just a skoosh more difficult than, say, selling Slushees to the guys at McMurdo.