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Well I knew it would happen to me eventually. I came across a dun dun dun....Dump Zone.
I decided to venture away from the city during today's lunch into an area that's...well lets just say it's not the classiest of areas. A lot of couches and tires on lawns if you know what I mean.
There is a main road that goes through this town. On this main road is about 8 banks. As I was looking for banks on Google Maps, I saw this cluster of "convenient" banks not too far from my work. I called one of the banks before I left and asked if they had any halves. She told me she had $700 worth. I initially thought "JACKPOT!", but then my brain kicked in. I thought to myself, "Every bank in this area usually has about 1-4 rolls of CWR halves. Why would this one bank have $700 worth?" Regardless I decided to try my luck.
The bank gave me $50 in CWRs. I knew immediately that they were all skunk. I asked the teller why the bank had so many rolls in the vault. She told me flat out that collectors purchase the rolls, pick out what they want, then bring them back. Needless to say I won't be going back to that bank.
I then tried my luck at another bank literally 200 feet away. When I walked in I noticed this man talking it up with one of the tellers. He looked like a working-class man. Nothing wrong with that. Then I noticed that the teller looked miserable. I walked up to another teller and asked if they had any halves. She regrettably said no, whispered and pointed at the guy talking to the other teller. She said that he has been asking for all sorts of older currencies and that he won't stop trying to get them. I listened in and all I hear was "I'll take whatever you have as long as it's old. Do you have any half dollars? What about larger dollars? I'm looking for any half dollars. Can you ask everyone in the bank?" Mind you every question was answered with a polite "No sir". This guy would not stop. This type of obsessive behavior give every collector a bad name.
I left the bank and went down the street to another bank. I asked for halves. The teller had 4 CWRs. Well I needed to get back to work so I ended the hunt with 9 rolls. I checked them all at my desk and they we're all skunks. Found a few mid-90s coins that were in good condition. I may keep them just for the collection.
I really should not be surprised that there's a dump zone in that area. I forgot that about 5-10 miles down the road, there is a huge flea market. Every coin, collectible and action figure gets sucked into that flea market. I will be avoiding that area like the plague.
I decided to venture away from the city during today's lunch into an area that's...well lets just say it's not the classiest of areas. A lot of couches and tires on lawns if you know what I mean.
There is a main road that goes through this town. On this main road is about 8 banks. As I was looking for banks on Google Maps, I saw this cluster of "convenient" banks not too far from my work. I called one of the banks before I left and asked if they had any halves. She told me she had $700 worth. I initially thought "JACKPOT!", but then my brain kicked in. I thought to myself, "Every bank in this area usually has about 1-4 rolls of CWR halves. Why would this one bank have $700 worth?" Regardless I decided to try my luck.
The bank gave me $50 in CWRs. I knew immediately that they were all skunk. I asked the teller why the bank had so many rolls in the vault. She told me flat out that collectors purchase the rolls, pick out what they want, then bring them back. Needless to say I won't be going back to that bank.
I then tried my luck at another bank literally 200 feet away. When I walked in I noticed this man talking it up with one of the tellers. He looked like a working-class man. Nothing wrong with that. Then I noticed that the teller looked miserable. I walked up to another teller and asked if they had any halves. She regrettably said no, whispered and pointed at the guy talking to the other teller. She said that he has been asking for all sorts of older currencies and that he won't stop trying to get them. I listened in and all I hear was "I'll take whatever you have as long as it's old. Do you have any half dollars? What about larger dollars? I'm looking for any half dollars. Can you ask everyone in the bank?" Mind you every question was answered with a polite "No sir". This guy would not stop. This type of obsessive behavior give every collector a bad name.
I left the bank and went down the street to another bank. I asked for halves. The teller had 4 CWRs. Well I needed to get back to work so I ended the hunt with 9 rolls. I checked them all at my desk and they we're all skunks. Found a few mid-90s coins that were in good condition. I may keep them just for the collection.
I really should not be surprised that there's a dump zone in that area. I forgot that about 5-10 miles down the road, there is a huge flea market. Every coin, collectible and action figure gets sucked into that flea market. I will be avoiding that area like the plague.
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