Today was brutal, but at least I finally found some silver. I was starting to have all sorts of theories about all the silver being gone, lol. I couldn't do a major road trip today, but I wanted to hit a new area, so I ended up checking out the "hood". It sucked. Total searched was $300 in quarters, 2 dime boxes, ~$30 in random halves, and ~$50 in cwr dimes and quarters from various branches. The results and then the story:
Halves: skunk
CWR dimes and Quarters: skunk
mwr Quarters: skunk
Dime box 1: 1x1961 roosie (finally some silver)
Dime Box 2: 3 roosies ('46, '57, '64)I
I'm so glad I finally found some silver. Now to the story:
I stopped at about 8 branches of my main pickup bank and none of them would sell me boxes of dimes. I have never encountered this before. I was shocked by how lazy the tellers in the hood are. I would even say back to them: "really, not a single branch has ever said I can't buy coin". They would just repeat: "no". Not "we have to order it", or "come back on a week day". just "no". I was incredulous. This happened at every single branch in that I stopped at in the ghetto. I eventually had to retreat to a nicer neighborhood to get MWR coin.
I also stopped at a rite aid to get a mini pie and drink for breakfast. When I walked in there was some derelict at the cash register arguing about payment. I went got my pie and drink and stood in line behind him. I watched him argue about his credit card getting declined for a solid ten minutes. Then another dude that was obviously on drugs walks to get in line behind me. Instead of getting behind me, he stands next to me. Then he grabs a magazine and stands even closer next to me and starts reading it to me and holding it so I can see. I completely ignore him. He apparently doesn't notice, or at least it doesn't dissuade him. Finally, I decide I'm not going to be able to purchase my breakfast within the next hour so I put it down and leave.
Every bank that I stopped at in the hood, there would invariably be someone holding the teller up wanting to discuss their balance and the last 15 transactions they had.
I am NEVER hunting in the hood again. Not because it is intimidating, just because every part of the hunt takes 10x as long as it should and it isn't productive anyway because of the prevalence of lazy tellers.
Sorry for the rant, but I feel much better now.
Also interesting: the better dime box had 9 ground down pennies in it. (yes, I know you want me to call them cents, but I'm not going to). 2 of them were ground down wheaties. I dumped all 9 with the rest of my dumps and amazingly TD counted them as dimes. Now if only TD could manage to count dimes as dimes, I'd be all set.
I'm not trying to sound like a whiner. Today was an adventurous day of CRH'ing and I'm really glad I finally found some silver again.
(All '64's) and 1 x 40%
