tellers were cherrypickin'!!!
went on a little road trip tuesday and figured to do some hoppin' once i was finished with my business. found a bank that had $660.00 in halves. had $200.00 on me. told the teller i'd buy $200.00 worth. she said they were loose and that she'd have to roll them. dang! i hate that. i knew she'd be gone a while.
a day and a half later (it seemed), she returned with 20 rolls. i paid and scooted out to the parking lot with great anticipation. 20 rolls and 4 40's later i dumped then hit MY bank to get some more cash. i went back to the original bank to get the rest of the score.
after i told the teller i'd like to buy the rest of the coins, she and another teller went into a room behind the teller's area. it was a large windowed room with a coin counter, canvas bags and a couple of desks. i watched the two tellers (i could clearly see them through one of the windows as the curtain up!!!) dump the coins onto a desk, sort through them, scooting a coin or two to one side of the desk then scraping the rest into a large plastic tray. they'd take the tray over to the coin counter and dump them in and return to sorting through the coins. i watched them do this over and over and over and over ad nauseum.
when they finally finished she came out with the bag and said, "i'm sorry. it's only $431.00 now." yeah....i kinda figured it wouldn't be the full $460.00 it started out to be.
i knew she was a silver hunter too as she had $4.00 in her teller tray with an obvious 90%'er sitting right there. i told her i'd buy those with some pocket change i had. she picked them up, looked at 'em and said, "oh, not this one.", and gave me the remaining $3.50 for $3.00. i dunno if the sight of that first 90 shook her up so bad she miscalculated or that she gave the extra one to me as a guilt payment but i didn't correct her. she wasn't on my good side at the moment. after she pulled it from the pile she looked dead at me and said, "oh...this is probably what you're looking for, huh?" "Well, it was." was all i could say.
total haul from that stop was 15 dirty forties. no shiny ones and no nineties at all. hmmm...wonder why.
a little over two ounces of silver for $7.50 and yet... i felt like i'd just watched somebody ripping me off. the nerve of me!
went on a little road trip tuesday and figured to do some hoppin' once i was finished with my business. found a bank that had $660.00 in halves. had $200.00 on me. told the teller i'd buy $200.00 worth. she said they were loose and that she'd have to roll them. dang! i hate that. i knew she'd be gone a while.
a day and a half later (it seemed), she returned with 20 rolls. i paid and scooted out to the parking lot with great anticipation. 20 rolls and 4 40's later i dumped then hit MY bank to get some more cash. i went back to the original bank to get the rest of the score.
after i told the teller i'd like to buy the rest of the coins, she and another teller went into a room behind the teller's area. it was a large windowed room with a coin counter, canvas bags and a couple of desks. i watched the two tellers (i could clearly see them through one of the windows as the curtain up!!!) dump the coins onto a desk, sort through them, scooting a coin or two to one side of the desk then scraping the rest into a large plastic tray. they'd take the tray over to the coin counter and dump them in and return to sorting through the coins. i watched them do this over and over and over and over ad nauseum.
when they finally finished she came out with the bag and said, "i'm sorry. it's only $431.00 now." yeah....i kinda figured it wouldn't be the full $460.00 it started out to be.
i knew she was a silver hunter too as she had $4.00 in her teller tray with an obvious 90%'er sitting right there. i told her i'd buy those with some pocket change i had. she picked them up, looked at 'em and said, "oh, not this one.", and gave me the remaining $3.50 for $3.00. i dunno if the sight of that first 90 shook her up so bad she miscalculated or that she gave the extra one to me as a guilt payment but i didn't correct her. she wasn't on my good side at the moment. after she pulled it from the pile she looked dead at me and said, "oh...this is probably what you're looking for, huh?" "Well, it was." was all i could say.
total haul from that stop was 15 dirty forties. no shiny ones and no nineties at all. hmmm...wonder why.
a little over two ounces of silver for $7.50 and yet... i felt like i'd just watched somebody ripping me off. the nerve of me!
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). I have had those tellers talking forever; expounding on the great finds over the years and how much silver they have in boxes in their closets. That's when you ask them if they would like to cash it out and sell it to you. Try to get them to bring it in and let you see what they have so you can make an offer.
