“Sometimes magic arrives on fairy dust. Other times it is summoned on the lips of believers. Once in a while it is a gift from some gray-haired old sage – usually in the form of a sword or an amulet or some equally impractical gift for a 12-year-old. But for Jason Lee, resident of 100 Main St., somewhere-not-too-important, the magic arrived in a plain brown box, off the back of a rather plain brown truck, delivered by a person in a rather plain brown uniform. The cash converter arrived by accident.
What would you do if you could convert anything… or anyone… into cold hard cash?”