First hunt in, like, a month. Called around to a few banks that are out of my usual stomping grounds, quite a ways out actually. One had $900 in CWR that have been sitting in the vault for several weeks now.
Drove the 45 minutes and got up to the teller's line, told the lady I was the one who called for the halves. She happily went and got them. Was about to give her the cash until a customer service rep came up and asked if I had an account. Told the lady yes, handed the cash to the teller, then the lady says that I had to swipe my debit card in order to complete the transaction.
Since I had the coin in my hand and the teller had the cash, figured I'd just let it be known that I didn't actually have an account and that they had got me. Fully expecting them to say it was alright just this once...
Some of those wrappers looked damn old and dusty!
But, nope. The teller gave me the cash back, and I had to hand over the halves.
My face when:
I was was so freaking pissed.
Anyway, ended up picking up a box of halves and three boxes of dimes instead. Dimes were all skunks.
Box of halves gave up five 40%ers:
1967 x 2
1968D
1969D x 2