bertmaster2000
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This is a shout-out to certain tellers of the banking world: Thanks for being nice to us CRH-ers.
This is long, and some may say pointelss, story so stop reading now if you want to save yourself a few minutes: Yesterday, I deposited the last $1,000 in halves I plan to look through in my town. I went ahead and broke the rule of "don't dump at your pickup bank" because this bank is on my way to/from work. My bank requires coins to be rolled for deposit, so I had rerolled the coins in the original wraps as I looked through them. I arrived at the bank and there was no line at the teller's windows, which was a treat given I was carrying 54 pounds of coin. I stepped up to the "next available teller", an attractive and friendly young lady, and I plopped my two $500 bags of halves in front of her. Her eyes grew wide and she said, "I don't know what to do with all of these!". She excused herself and asked the coin vault manager what to do, got instructions, returned to the window and told me she needed to get some coin trays from the vault. She came back with 3, yes, only 3 trays, which hold $100 each. I quietly shook my head and smiled as she began to lay each roll into the open spots on each tray until the 3 trays were full. She looked at the full trays, looked at the pile of halves she still needed to count, and headed for the vault again for more trays. She came back and announced she could only find 3 more trays, so she carefully filled the open spots on the empty trays. Now the count was $600 of the $1,000. All the while she was chatting about how she had moved to Arizona last year for a job at a credit union, it didn't work out, so she moved back "home". She mentioned she was a single mom and the fruitless move had really hurt her financially, but she had found this job at the bank and really appreciated it. Meanwhile, she carefully made 4 piles of 10 rolls each for the remaining $400, and while doing so she managed to bump 2 rolls onto the floor on her side of the window. Of course, they broke open and the loose halves rolled everywhere. She carefully picked them up, and I immediately offered to re-roll them as she finished her count. She gratefully accepted and handed me two roll papers, so I quickly counted, rolled, and handed the rolls back to her. At this point, she said with an embarassed look, "Thank you so much for your patience, Mr. X". I replied I was happy to be patient because she was very kind, and I told HER thank you. She then accepted the deposit, printed me a receipt, thanked me again for being patient, and I was on my way.
This entire scenario could have been very negative, but it wasn't, and I appreciated it.
Have you thanked a teller today?
Happy Hunting all!
P.S. My grandmother was a teller at the same bank in small-town Indiana for 27 years: 1962-1989. To answer the question on your mind, although they were poor farmers, yes, whenever they could afford it she skimmed silver coins for my G'pa. I will inherit the collection one day
This is long, and some may say pointelss, story so stop reading now if you want to save yourself a few minutes: Yesterday, I deposited the last $1,000 in halves I plan to look through in my town. I went ahead and broke the rule of "don't dump at your pickup bank" because this bank is on my way to/from work. My bank requires coins to be rolled for deposit, so I had rerolled the coins in the original wraps as I looked through them. I arrived at the bank and there was no line at the teller's windows, which was a treat given I was carrying 54 pounds of coin. I stepped up to the "next available teller", an attractive and friendly young lady, and I plopped my two $500 bags of halves in front of her. Her eyes grew wide and she said, "I don't know what to do with all of these!". She excused herself and asked the coin vault manager what to do, got instructions, returned to the window and told me she needed to get some coin trays from the vault. She came back with 3, yes, only 3 trays, which hold $100 each. I quietly shook my head and smiled as she began to lay each roll into the open spots on each tray until the 3 trays were full. She looked at the full trays, looked at the pile of halves she still needed to count, and headed for the vault again for more trays. She came back and announced she could only find 3 more trays, so she carefully filled the open spots on the empty trays. Now the count was $600 of the $1,000. All the while she was chatting about how she had moved to Arizona last year for a job at a credit union, it didn't work out, so she moved back "home". She mentioned she was a single mom and the fruitless move had really hurt her financially, but she had found this job at the bank and really appreciated it. Meanwhile, she carefully made 4 piles of 10 rolls each for the remaining $400, and while doing so she managed to bump 2 rolls onto the floor on her side of the window. Of course, they broke open and the loose halves rolled everywhere. She carefully picked them up, and I immediately offered to re-roll them as she finished her count. She gratefully accepted and handed me two roll papers, so I quickly counted, rolled, and handed the rolls back to her. At this point, she said with an embarassed look, "Thank you so much for your patience, Mr. X". I replied I was happy to be patient because she was very kind, and I told HER thank you. She then accepted the deposit, printed me a receipt, thanked me again for being patient, and I was on my way.
This entire scenario could have been very negative, but it wasn't, and I appreciated it.
Have you thanked a teller today?
Happy Hunting all!
P.S. My grandmother was a teller at the same bank in small-town Indiana for 27 years: 1962-1989. To answer the question on your mind, although they were poor farmers, yes, whenever they could afford it she skimmed silver coins for my G'pa. I will inherit the collection one day
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Every time I pickup, dump or cold call (bank run); I make it a point to thank the tellers for their help. It doesn't take much effort to be polite to people.
