I had joined another bank recently and tried to get in good with a particular teller.
I joined that bank as a result of this teller insisting that I needed to have an account to buy the 800 + Ike's she had in the vault. (all the banks are pushing for new accounts around here)
Well after filling out all the paper work and depositing $25 I asked her to keep my number handy and call me if anything good comes in including new coinage.
A week after I opened this account she calls me and asks me to sell her $100 in Ike's back for another customer. I did and again asked her to try and order new Penny's and quarters.
Than I get a call on Thursday and it's her calling and I'm thinking she's gonna tell me she got some rail splitters in.
She again asked if I can sell her some more Ike's ($100) for another customer. And again I ask about new coins. And agreed to make another trip because a branch of my dump bank is only a mile up the road, And I needed to take a dump....
This time though I had to actually go to the bank that I sold them too because I already dumped them. They still had them and were more than happy to sell them back to me.
OK here is the Karma part.
I made the bank where I dumped the Ike's happy, I made my new bank happy. They made another customer happy. &
I had to run a package to the post office and dump coins anyway, and when I left the post office I found a credit card in the parking lot.
I called the number on the back of the card (it was a bank card) and explained the situation. The woman who answered forwarded my call to someone else and I got their voice mail. I explained again how I came about the card and left my number.
When I got to the next dump bank to pump my Halves into their machine I found a 1947 Quarter in the reject bin.
When I got to my final destination (the new bank) I get a call, and it's the woman who lost the Credit Card. She lives about 3 hours away and was in the area on Business and must have dropped it somehow but was well on her way home. So she asked if I could send it to her and gave me her address. She also asked for mine and said she would send me something as a reward.
(Hmmm I could think of something, But I digress.)
Anyway. I'm getting rewarded somehow...... Perhaps my reward is the Silver Quarter, or the gift this woman proposed sending me, or the new bank becoming an asset to me somehow, and the other bank maybe becoming more accepting to my Ike dumps. (I always dump my Ike's at the same bank, my regular bank)
In the end I just felt good about my choices all the way around. Like finding the Credit card. Not many people would have gone the way I did, In regards to getting it back to her.
Paying it Forward in the Motor City.
Mojo
I joined that bank as a result of this teller insisting that I needed to have an account to buy the 800 + Ike's she had in the vault. (all the banks are pushing for new accounts around here)
Well after filling out all the paper work and depositing $25 I asked her to keep my number handy and call me if anything good comes in including new coinage.
A week after I opened this account she calls me and asks me to sell her $100 in Ike's back for another customer. I did and again asked her to try and order new Penny's and quarters.
Than I get a call on Thursday and it's her calling and I'm thinking she's gonna tell me she got some rail splitters in.
She again asked if I can sell her some more Ike's ($100) for another customer. And again I ask about new coins. And agreed to make another trip because a branch of my dump bank is only a mile up the road, And I needed to take a dump....
This time though I had to actually go to the bank that I sold them too because I already dumped them. They still had them and were more than happy to sell them back to me.OK here is the Karma part.
I made the bank where I dumped the Ike's happy, I made my new bank happy. They made another customer happy. &
I had to run a package to the post office and dump coins anyway, and when I left the post office I found a credit card in the parking lot.
I called the number on the back of the card (it was a bank card) and explained the situation. The woman who answered forwarded my call to someone else and I got their voice mail. I explained again how I came about the card and left my number.
When I got to the next dump bank to pump my Halves into their machine I found a 1947 Quarter in the reject bin.
When I got to my final destination (the new bank) I get a call, and it's the woman who lost the Credit Card. She lives about 3 hours away and was in the area on Business and must have dropped it somehow but was well on her way home. So she asked if I could send it to her and gave me her address. She also asked for mine and said she would send me something as a reward.
(Hmmm I could think of something, But I digress.)
Anyway. I'm getting rewarded somehow...... Perhaps my reward is the Silver Quarter, or the gift this woman proposed sending me, or the new bank becoming an asset to me somehow, and the other bank maybe becoming more accepting to my Ike dumps. (I always dump my Ike's at the same bank, my regular bank)
In the end I just felt good about my choices all the way around. Like finding the Credit card. Not many people would have gone the way I did, In regards to getting it back to her.
Paying it Forward in the Motor City.
Mojo
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This world needs more of your kind. 
there are 9 of us kids.
