The incredible story of a twenty-dollar bill

Quine's paradox: "Yields falsehood when preceded by its quotation" yields falsehood when preceded by its quotation.

We had photos developed a couple of days ago. This is a rare event in the Malcolm household, so by the time it happens we have six rolls of film sitting by the door. Five of which are mine. Some of them were from the fall, some of them were from Vancouver, and some of them dated back to Venice and Pisa. I was very enthusiastically going through them with my mother when I chanced upon a sign that there exists still in the world an honest person.

I believe it was the fourth of my rolls, the fourth envelope I opened to pull out twenty-four pairs of prints. As I pulled the smaller envelope out of the larger one, I was struck by the bizarre sensation that something else remained where the pictures had been. I reached inside and flashed my discovery at my mother. Twenty bucks.

Had it been an error? Upon closer examination, my mother concluded that the shape of the bill -- folded into a small square and slightly bent into almost a half-circle -- was the perfect one to be slipped inside a film canister. Indeed, as we were told when we called to confirm, this was what had happened. In one of my absent-minded moments (not that there are many, of course) I had placed it inside and completely forgotten it.

There, that's one story out on the net.

Make your choice.