She didn't want to part with the Benny
I stopped at a bank I hadn't been to in months, made a deposit to my account, and asked for halves. The teller said that a customer had just brought some in to another teller, so she went to go get them. $15 worth. She brought them over and dumped them out on her counter. Immediately, I spotted a Ben Franklin.
So did she. She quickly set it aside, and asked if I wanted all $14.50 worth. I inquired about the Ben, but she said, "That's a dollar coin." It took all I had to keep from laughing.
I told her, "I'll take some dollar coins, as well. How about five dollars, please." She gave me five golden dollars, so I asked about the "other dollar coin" she had set aside. I was fully prepared to show her that it clearly states "HALF DOLLAR" on it, if she decided to sell it to me for a dollar.
She didn't. She said, "I don't think that is a real coin. We need to send it back to the Mint so they can get rid of it." This was too much. I could barely keep myself composed, I wanted to laugh so hard. I was fully prepared to persist until she sold me the darn Franklin half. And she also had no idea she was talking to a well-informed coin collector. haha.
I told her, "Actually, I think it might be a real coin. I didn't get a good look at it, but I believe it's a half dollar that bears the likeness of Benjamin Franklin on the obverse, and the phrase 'Half Dollar' on the reverse." She must have wanted the half as badly as I did, because the next thing she said was even more ridiculous.
"Sir, this coin is not a real coin, and I can't sell it to you. It's most likely a counterfeit dollar, and counterfeiting is a very serious crime." I asked to speak with the manager. She said she'd speak to the manager for me.
This bank is one of those banks that has the tellers behind glass, so when she went to go speak to the manager, she probably assumed I couldn't hear their conversation. But I was the only customer in there, so I heard everything.
The teller asked the manager what time she could take her lunch break. Not a word mentioned about the coin in question.
I was really starting to enjoy this little charade, but I was also becoming alarmed at how blatantly I was being lied to.
The teller returned and told me she couldn't sell me the coin because it wasn't a real coin. I offered to take it off their hands for free, but she said that would be against bank policy. Hmmm...I wonder what else that's transpiring here is also against bank policy? hahaha.
I asked to speak to the manager myself, at which point the teller froze and looked like a deer in headlights. She said, "Ok, I'll sell it to you for fifty cents, but just remember that you're getting a good deal, since that's a dollar coin." I laughed out loud and rejoined, "But I thought it was counterfeit." I could see in her face that she knew she was in too deep.
Nevertheless, she still persisted. "Do you have an account with us?" hahaha. "Uhh...yeah. I just made a deposit." I was expecting more from her, but she gave in. "Ok, $15 in halves and $5 in dollar coins. That's $20." I gave her a twenty and walked out with the Benny.
'Twas the most amazing, hilarious (if all of you could have been there!), and alarming banking experience I've yet encountered.
Thanks for reading such a long post.
I stopped at a bank I hadn't been to in months, made a deposit to my account, and asked for halves. The teller said that a customer had just brought some in to another teller, so she went to go get them. $15 worth. She brought them over and dumped them out on her counter. Immediately, I spotted a Ben Franklin.
So did she. She quickly set it aside, and asked if I wanted all $14.50 worth. I inquired about the Ben, but she said, "That's a dollar coin." It took all I had to keep from laughing.
I told her, "I'll take some dollar coins, as well. How about five dollars, please." She gave me five golden dollars, so I asked about the "other dollar coin" she had set aside. I was fully prepared to show her that it clearly states "HALF DOLLAR" on it, if she decided to sell it to me for a dollar.
She didn't. She said, "I don't think that is a real coin. We need to send it back to the Mint so they can get rid of it." This was too much. I could barely keep myself composed, I wanted to laugh so hard. I was fully prepared to persist until she sold me the darn Franklin half. And she also had no idea she was talking to a well-informed coin collector. haha.
I told her, "Actually, I think it might be a real coin. I didn't get a good look at it, but I believe it's a half dollar that bears the likeness of Benjamin Franklin on the obverse, and the phrase 'Half Dollar' on the reverse." She must have wanted the half as badly as I did, because the next thing she said was even more ridiculous.
"Sir, this coin is not a real coin, and I can't sell it to you. It's most likely a counterfeit dollar, and counterfeiting is a very serious crime." I asked to speak with the manager. She said she'd speak to the manager for me.
This bank is one of those banks that has the tellers behind glass, so when she went to go speak to the manager, she probably assumed I couldn't hear their conversation. But I was the only customer in there, so I heard everything.
The teller asked the manager what time she could take her lunch break. Not a word mentioned about the coin in question.
I was really starting to enjoy this little charade, but I was also becoming alarmed at how blatantly I was being lied to.
The teller returned and told me she couldn't sell me the coin because it wasn't a real coin. I offered to take it off their hands for free, but she said that would be against bank policy. Hmmm...I wonder what else that's transpiring here is also against bank policy? hahaha.
I asked to speak to the manager myself, at which point the teller froze and looked like a deer in headlights. She said, "Ok, I'll sell it to you for fifty cents, but just remember that you're getting a good deal, since that's a dollar coin." I laughed out loud and rejoined, "But I thought it was counterfeit." I could see in her face that she knew she was in too deep.
Nevertheless, she still persisted. "Do you have an account with us?" hahaha. "Uhh...yeah. I just made a deposit." I was expecting more from her, but she gave in. "Ok, $15 in halves and $5 in dollar coins. That's $20." I gave her a twenty and walked out with the Benny.
'Twas the most amazing, hilarious (if all of you could have been there!), and alarming banking experience I've yet encountered.
Thanks for reading such a long post.
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