I don't remember just what year it was, probably '82. I was working for a company with some convenience stores. I was a 'supervisor', definition: 'general flunky'. I inventoried the stores, repaired the gasoline equipment, etc.
One of the stores, had a house behind the store. The company owned the house and allowed the operator and his family to live there. One night the house burned. A few days later, the operator said he needed to get his coins out of the house. I asked him why he hadn't already got them out. He said there were too many. Instead of rolling pennies, he just put enough of his money in to cover them. I don't remember what they were called, about a foot square, and about that deep, they were containers the army used for ammo. I don't recall how many of these he had stacked in one room of the house they didn't use. I know it was over a dozen. He had to dump the pennies out of the containers, because of the water the fire department used to put out the fire, let them dry, then load them back into the containers. I believe he spent most of his free time for over a month getting those pennies to the bank. I would have liked to have gone through those before he took them to the bank. Probably some great ones in that many pennies.
