Consider carefully examining a $1 dollar if you happen to have it in your wallet. Certain $1 bills may not look like much money, but they could be worth much more than their face value.
Right now, money with “fancy” serial numbers is sought after by a website called CoolSerialNumbers.com. Additionally, you might be able to sell one of these notes to the website for hundreds or even thousands of dollars if it has a fancy serial number.
What precisely is a fancy serial number determined by, then? Here are some instances to be aware of:
- Seven consecutive repeating digits: You might have struck gold if you come across a $1 bill with a serial number like 09999999, 18888888, or 19999999.
- Seven in a row: Seek out a banknote bearing a serial number consisting of seven consecutive digits, such 00010000, 00090000, or 90999999.
- Super radars are banknotes having serial numbers, such as 01111110, 10000001, or 80000008, that are the same both forward and backward.
- Super repeaters: Look for banknotes that have a four-digit pattern that repeats, such 67676767.
- Double quads: Seek out banknotes bearing a serial number consisting of two groups of four consecutive digits, such as 11110000, 44440000, or 88880000.
And there’s still more to learn! To see what further serial numbers they are currently seeking, visit the website’s Want List.
Is it really true? Even something as insignificant as a folded $1 note has the potential to be a priceless gem. So, everyone, start looking in your wallets! It could be your fortunate day today.
My Husband Didn’t Take Me on Vacation with His Family – I Found Out Why after Unexpected Help from My Mother-in-Law
Layla’s husband, Tom, has an annual tradition involving a family vacation that she isn’t invited to. After years of being excluded, Layla finally asks why she isn’t allowed to join, only for Tom to lie and blame his mother. But when Layla does her own digging, she and her mother-in-law discover a family secret that breaks the family apart.
My husband, Tom, has been going on an annual island vacation with his family since we had gotten married. That’s twelve years of family trips without me.
Every year, he’d pack his bags and leave our two kids and me behind.
“My mom doesn’t want in-laws on the trip, Layla,” he said. “You know this. It’s the same story every year. But still, you continue to ask about it.”
My husband rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, his hands wrapped tightly around his phone.
“Why don’t you just cancel this one, and we can take the kids on holiday instead?” I asked, tossing a salad to go with our dinner.
“Why would I do that?” he retorted. “The kids are too young and it will be chaotic. When they’re older, we can start talking about holidays with them.”
“And me?” I asked. “Are you sure your mom will mind?”
And that was when something snapped in me.
There, right on social media for everyone to see, was a carousel of photos from last year’s vacation. There was Tom, smiling widely next to his brother and sister-in-law. There were other photos of their sister and her husband, too.
But I was told that Tom’s mother didn’t want any in-laws on the trip?
“It’s clear that she just didn’t want you there,” I said to myself.
I needed to know more information before I blew up at my mother-in-law. As much as Denise seemed to have an issue with me, I knew that if I asked her straight up, she would give me an answer.
So, I decided to call Sadie, Tom’s brother’s wife. She was fairly new to the family, with them having only been married for about a year now.
So that’s what they thought. That I hadn’t been able to make their trip because of my children.
“Listen, Layla,” she said. “I’ve got to go, I’m getting another call. I’ll call you this evening!”
She hung up immediately.
I knew that my next move would be going to my mother-in-law. If anyone was at the root of this lie, it would be Denise.
“Wait, what?” I asked, stunned.
“Tell me what you know,” she said, pouring a glass of juice.
Shocked, I spilled everything. The photos, Tom’s lies, the years of being left behind with and without my sons.
And more than that, she became a constant presence in my life, always wanting to be around me and help wherever she could, and insisting on being an active grandmother to my kids.
“I never imagined that it would all come to this,” she said one afternoon as we sat in the living room together.
“Me neither,” I replied. “But at least we know the truth now.”
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