This is the kind of thing that.....

It' a joke but thoughtful. Thanks.

 

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Such a zero euro note is primarily sold by the city or site that it promotes. Some, or many, can also be purchased via mail. And yes, the s/n are different:

The first character refers to the country where the depicted site is, following the codes on the first euro series - in this case, "X" would be Germany. The second one is always an "E", Oberthur's printer code in the first and in the current euro series. The next two characters are for the customer (who had the note made), and the six digits are the actual number.

Here are a few more:
https://www.billets-touristiques.com/liste

Christian

 

Reading @Kentucky's post about finding the $100 bill reminded me of the day I was working at the Roger Maris Cancer Center in Fargo, ND, during a bitterly cold day a few years ago. I was a greeter, meeting patients at the door, getting a wheelchair if necessary, offering directions and a friendly welcome to folks who needed one.

A woman standing looking out a window saw a $100 bill in the snow. I went out to retrieve it and held it, expecting someone to inquire about it. The "spotter" had no interest in trying to claim it.

Sure enough, about an hour later an oncologist who always walked VERY quickly (so fast that whenever I saw him coming I always pushed the buttons for both doors and stood out of the way as he rushed past) came asking if anyone had found a $100 bill.

I had been hoping that a cancer patient had lost it and would ask about it, but was happy that someone caring for them could reclaim it. At least I got to hold it for a few minutes .

Steve

 

You buy it on Ebay. https://www.ebay.com/itm/Zero-0-Eur...071853?hash=item41d1395d6d:g:aY4AAOSwUS9Z04Bw

 

Way early one Sunday morning, before even a mouse was astir, I was either walking or riding my bike past the gas station located directly across the street from the police station. To my amazement, the gas station entrance was literally carpeted with quarters; not a sea of silvery coins but a goodly-sized spread at least; flung explosively around a sizeable area of greasy asphalt apron; a case of thoughtless public littering on the part of some low-life, which without second thought, I immediately stepped forward to rectify.
Knowing full well the fate of confiscated fireworks and other such contraband fallen into the hands of law enforcement, I didn't march across the street to inform the police of this unfortunate blot on our town's pride, so I was never able to learn the back story of this incident, which had undoubtedly played out in the wee hours of the previous night. I was certainly grateful for the opportunity to spare a few fortunate police officers from the risk of throwing out their backs and shoulders, stooping to scoop up the offending quarters.
Whatever had happened the night before, I'll bet it was quite a story.