Rich Hartford
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- Nov 27, 2008
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The hot weather is over up here so I put on a shirt and tie, and put a dab of VO-5 in the gray hair to make it shine like the stuff I'm after.
I'm having fun with my new GPS toy because I'm finding banks that I never knew were there. I'm not getting much silver but I'm having fun,and that's what counts.
Anyway, I go into this bank, and spot this homely old teller with a big hook nose. I give her a big smile, make some small talk, and act real charming. Maybe I compliment her about her nice wig, or her magnificent beak. I then pop the question. "I need a large amount of half dollars for the nasal reconstruction foundation, or whatever. Much to my amazement she tells me she has a bag of $520.00 in the vault, and proceeds to get it. She brings it out, and I can see the silver in the bag !
Then the manager comes out and asks me if I'm a customer ? I tell her that I've been a customer for many years but usually do my banking at the other branch( A customer without an account.Just a little white lie). I take out my money and the manager says maybe I should verify the amount. I tell not to bother. She goes on to say that she will have to count them by hand. I tell her that what's ever on the bag is fine with me and not to worry about the total. She then says that she just wouldn't feel right if she did not verify the amount and to make myself comfortable while she counts it out.
So I sit down and pretend to read a magazine, while all the while I have visions of Walkers and Bens going through my head.
Suddenly my attention was drawn to the sound of the manager counting the coins. I could hear them slide along the counter.
Then I noticed that every so often the counting would stop and the manager would disappear from view. Was there something fishy going on?
I put that negative thought out of my head, and continued to pretend that I was engrossed in a travel magazine.
After a long wait. The manager called me over and the transaction completed. I walked nonchalantly out of the bank.
When I got into my car I tore into that bag, and pulled out handfulls of clad. The bag was a complete skunk. Even though I saw the silver in it when it was placed on the counter in front of me.
Oh well, it's all part of the game.
I'll hit a good score this week anyway.
I'm having fun with my new GPS toy because I'm finding banks that I never knew were there. I'm not getting much silver but I'm having fun,and that's what counts.
Anyway, I go into this bank, and spot this homely old teller with a big hook nose. I give her a big smile, make some small talk, and act real charming. Maybe I compliment her about her nice wig, or her magnificent beak. I then pop the question. "I need a large amount of half dollars for the nasal reconstruction foundation, or whatever. Much to my amazement she tells me she has a bag of $520.00 in the vault, and proceeds to get it. She brings it out, and I can see the silver in the bag !
Then the manager comes out and asks me if I'm a customer ? I tell her that I've been a customer for many years but usually do my banking at the other branch( A customer without an account.Just a little white lie). I take out my money and the manager says maybe I should verify the amount. I tell not to bother. She goes on to say that she will have to count them by hand. I tell her that what's ever on the bag is fine with me and not to worry about the total. She then says that she just wouldn't feel right if she did not verify the amount and to make myself comfortable while she counts it out.
So I sit down and pretend to read a magazine, while all the while I have visions of Walkers and Bens going through my head.
Suddenly my attention was drawn to the sound of the manager counting the coins. I could hear them slide along the counter.
Then I noticed that every so often the counting would stop and the manager would disappear from view. Was there something fishy going on?
I put that negative thought out of my head, and continued to pretend that I was engrossed in a travel magazine.
After a long wait. The manager called me over and the transaction completed. I walked nonchalantly out of the bank.
When I got into my car I tore into that bag, and pulled out handfulls of clad. The bag was a complete skunk. Even though I saw the silver in it when it was placed on the counter in front of me.
Oh well, it's all part of the game.
I'll hit a good score this week anyway.
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