went to the bank near our new house (moved in march) to cash some checks, and asked if they could order me a box of halves two weeks ago. The manager (i think) said... I can do that for you. She said they'd be in Thursday.
Last thursday I went in and they weren't there. They had me leave my number. This morning I got a call that they were in.
I went in to pick them up today.
The manager lady said, "what do you need these for?"
And I learned from you guys this line: "oh just trying to fill up some books"
she responded: "shoot straight with me, you looking for silver?"
"well that too, of course."
The teller kind of rolled her eyes, and said "you search these for silver, I ain't got time for that. Have you ever found any?"
The manager then told me: "this is the only box i can order for you, 'they' catch on to it pretty quick."
Not sure who 'they' are.
The hunt for people to order me halves continues, maybe I'll just have to go back to my bank that ordered them where we used to live, I still head down that way about once a month...
That just sucks! I wonder who the "they" are too... weird.