namster
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I was making my regular Friday pickup at my favorite bank. It was nice and quiet, no line to speak of, just one customer at the merchant window. She took for ever, something about a wire transfer I think. In the mean time the line is piling up...which included a very uneasy looking "goth" fellow complete with nose ring and vacant gaze off into nowhere. He asks another customer if she is in line, she says yes. He looks at me (I am sitting in one of the chars) and asks if I am in line. I say I am. He looks frustrated, and in a hurry. He then darts up to the counter and says to the teller he "just wants to trade out some coins." Great, I'm thinking, another CRHer, and he is messing with my best bank. I'm thinking..why cant these newbies just chill and wait in line? The teller asks him to wait his turn and he retreats.
Finally the wire transfer lady is done, its my turn and I can see the teller (a real nice young lady) is already filling out the buy/sell to get my coin. I lucked out and scored one more box than I usually do. So...I have a seat and wait for the VT to get my boxes. Its now the goth kids turn at the window. I hear clank, clank, clank, bunch of coin hitting the table. I have a very good ear, and could not determine if they were silver or clad (turns out most were Ikes, which have a deeper ring to them than halves), I tried to get a discreet look at what he brought in, but could only see a couple piles of what were obviously clad. Got to be a CRHer, im thinking.
The VT brings out my boxes, and since my young son is with me I have to do 2 at a time, for a total of 3 trips to the car. Between the first and second trip, the teller I spoke of earlier said, "Namster, when you are finished loading these into the car we need to speak to you." F-ing great, im thinking, its all over. Ben Bernake himself is probably going to come out of the vault and suck my brain out. Its all over... Anyoldways, I finish loading and go back in to face certain death. The teller says, hey, look at these coins, I think I saw a good one in all of them. The goth kid had dropped off what looked like mostly Ikes, some halves, and some quarters. I asked how much was in the bag and she said it would have to go out for count. Bummer, I wanted to buy the bag (it was probably in the $80 range) but I couldn't and there was a line forming. I spotted a 64 Kennedy through the bag and pointed to it, which I was able to buy. I thanked the teller and went on my way.
Sort of a long story for a single 64 Kennedy, but I thought it was a cool experience. Especially after thinking Bernake himself was going to cut the top of my head off and eat my brain. Also, be nice to your tellers folks, if they like you some of them will spot silver and covertly save it for you.
HH everyone!
Finally the wire transfer lady is done, its my turn and I can see the teller (a real nice young lady) is already filling out the buy/sell to get my coin. I lucked out and scored one more box than I usually do. So...I have a seat and wait for the VT to get my boxes. Its now the goth kids turn at the window. I hear clank, clank, clank, bunch of coin hitting the table. I have a very good ear, and could not determine if they were silver or clad (turns out most were Ikes, which have a deeper ring to them than halves), I tried to get a discreet look at what he brought in, but could only see a couple piles of what were obviously clad. Got to be a CRHer, im thinking.
The VT brings out my boxes, and since my young son is with me I have to do 2 at a time, for a total of 3 trips to the car. Between the first and second trip, the teller I spoke of earlier said, "Namster, when you are finished loading these into the car we need to speak to you." F-ing great, im thinking, its all over. Ben Bernake himself is probably going to come out of the vault and suck my brain out. Its all over... Anyoldways, I finish loading and go back in to face certain death. The teller says, hey, look at these coins, I think I saw a good one in all of them. The goth kid had dropped off what looked like mostly Ikes, some halves, and some quarters. I asked how much was in the bag and she said it would have to go out for count. Bummer, I wanted to buy the bag (it was probably in the $80 range) but I couldn't and there was a line forming. I spotted a 64 Kennedy through the bag and pointed to it, which I was able to buy. I thanked the teller and went on my way.
Sort of a long story for a single 64 Kennedy, but I thought it was a cool experience. Especially after thinking Bernake himself was going to cut the top of my head off and eat my brain. Also, be nice to your tellers folks, if they like you some of them will spot silver and covertly save it for you.
HH everyone!
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