Kantuckkeean
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- Apr 30, 2009
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Howdy all,
I'm a jackass. I admit it. I know how many of you feel about marking coins, so it is with much chargrin that I admit to recently taking to marking coins with a silver Sharpie. Only nickels. Not the edges, ONLY the obverse and reverse, and ONLY on what I call "parking lot nickels", yeah you know the type, very scratched, some without dates, the type only a lunatic would put in a collection. Anyways, I'd done this a few times, and all had been going well until I go to dump about $200 in nickels and $150 in halves at a bank with a new teller. First the tellers flip out over the zipper bag full of halves, then the new teller was very slow with the machine. As she's putting the nickels into the machine (seemed like about 50 at a time), she runs into my marked nickels. After seeing a few, she asked another teller about them, who replied "Do they stick to the magnet?" She said no, so the girl ran a couple of them back to a manager who came out and told her to put them aside. The manager said that they were "going to run some tests", which got the more experienced teller excited and she wanted to watch. The manager said no, but the pulling out of my marked coins slowed the new teller down even more, which frankly, I didn't think was possible. I ask, "What's going on?" even though I know. The more experienced teller says that they think some of the nickels are counterfeit. I act shocked, and I donât want to admit that I marked them with a Sharpie, so I ask to see one. I take a look, and say âlooks spray-paintedâ. I scratch some of the Sharpie ink off with a Canadian nickel that theyâd given me back, and say âyeah, itâs coming off.â I then ask if they have any nail polish remover handy, and one girl pulls out an alcohol wipe and starts rubbing one of the âcounterfeit nickelsâ. Theyâre all excited and start chatting about how cool chemistry is, and how this is the most exciting thing to happen to them all day. So some of the âpaintâ comes off with the alcohol wipe and weâre bouncing nickels on the counter listening to them. Yep, sounds real. Iâm getting rather irked, as Iâve been in there for about 25 minutes, and Iâve got banks to get to, but I still canât admit to marking them and Iâve only got my own stupid self to blame-should have used blue. Meanwhile, the newbie whoâs like a turtle, has stopped feeding the machine. I tell her to go ahead and finish running them through, so the Secret Service can take the whole bag, or they can give them back to me, or whatever. At least thatâll be done. As the newbie goes back to the machine, the other two tellers and myself are trying to figure out whoâd be so devious as to counterfeit nickels. So the manager comes back out and asks me where I got them. I say that I got them out of sealed Brinks boxes from local banks-canât really remember which ones, start naming some of the banks Iâve got accounts with. She says that theyâre going to send them off for âfurther testingâ. I tell her about our âlobby testsâ and the results, and she says that it may just be paint, but the look kind of funny and counterfeits often look really good. She says that theyâll credit my account with them, but if they turn out to be fakes, theyâll have to take the money out, and theyâll call me. So, finally, after 35-40 minutes, I get my money and go. My wife thought it was hilarious, and she was there for the last 10 minutes or so. She got tired of waiting and wanted to see what the hold up was. She thought there might be a real hold-up going on. The moral of this story isâŚ.well there is no moral I guess. Was that karma for marking coins?
Kindest regards,
Kantuck
I'm a jackass. I admit it. I know how many of you feel about marking coins, so it is with much chargrin that I admit to recently taking to marking coins with a silver Sharpie. Only nickels. Not the edges, ONLY the obverse and reverse, and ONLY on what I call "parking lot nickels", yeah you know the type, very scratched, some without dates, the type only a lunatic would put in a collection. Anyways, I'd done this a few times, and all had been going well until I go to dump about $200 in nickels and $150 in halves at a bank with a new teller. First the tellers flip out over the zipper bag full of halves, then the new teller was very slow with the machine. As she's putting the nickels into the machine (seemed like about 50 at a time), she runs into my marked nickels. After seeing a few, she asked another teller about them, who replied "Do they stick to the magnet?" She said no, so the girl ran a couple of them back to a manager who came out and told her to put them aside. The manager said that they were "going to run some tests", which got the more experienced teller excited and she wanted to watch. The manager said no, but the pulling out of my marked coins slowed the new teller down even more, which frankly, I didn't think was possible. I ask, "What's going on?" even though I know. The more experienced teller says that they think some of the nickels are counterfeit. I act shocked, and I donât want to admit that I marked them with a Sharpie, so I ask to see one. I take a look, and say âlooks spray-paintedâ. I scratch some of the Sharpie ink off with a Canadian nickel that theyâd given me back, and say âyeah, itâs coming off.â I then ask if they have any nail polish remover handy, and one girl pulls out an alcohol wipe and starts rubbing one of the âcounterfeit nickelsâ. Theyâre all excited and start chatting about how cool chemistry is, and how this is the most exciting thing to happen to them all day. So some of the âpaintâ comes off with the alcohol wipe and weâre bouncing nickels on the counter listening to them. Yep, sounds real. Iâm getting rather irked, as Iâve been in there for about 25 minutes, and Iâve got banks to get to, but I still canât admit to marking them and Iâve only got my own stupid self to blame-should have used blue. Meanwhile, the newbie whoâs like a turtle, has stopped feeding the machine. I tell her to go ahead and finish running them through, so the Secret Service can take the whole bag, or they can give them back to me, or whatever. At least thatâll be done. As the newbie goes back to the machine, the other two tellers and myself are trying to figure out whoâd be so devious as to counterfeit nickels. So the manager comes back out and asks me where I got them. I say that I got them out of sealed Brinks boxes from local banks-canât really remember which ones, start naming some of the banks Iâve got accounts with. She says that theyâre going to send them off for âfurther testingâ. I tell her about our âlobby testsâ and the results, and she says that it may just be paint, but the look kind of funny and counterfeits often look really good. She says that theyâll credit my account with them, but if they turn out to be fakes, theyâll have to take the money out, and theyâll call me. So, finally, after 35-40 minutes, I get my money and go. My wife thought it was hilarious, and she was there for the last 10 minutes or so. She got tired of waiting and wanted to see what the hold up was. She thought there might be a real hold-up going on. The moral of this story isâŚ.well there is no moral I guess. Was that karma for marking coins?
Kindest regards,
Kantuck
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