TooManyHobbies
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Hit a couple banks today that I've never been to. First had nothing. Second had $630 in halves. As soon as she took them out of safe, my heart sank. I could tell they were dumps. I was hopeful that at least one roll was from an old lady.
Then, I see five dimes at the bottom of her tray that didn't look like the rest. I asked if I could buy them. Nope, those are mine, I'm saving them, she says. Crap, I hate silver hoarding tellers. I had a feeling, if she was holding the dimes for herself, the halves would be a waste of time....I was right. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.
Then, I see five dimes at the bottom of her tray that didn't look like the rest. I asked if I could buy them. Nope, those are mine, I'm saving them, she says. Crap, I hate silver hoarding tellers. I had a feeling, if she was holding the dimes for herself, the halves would be a waste of time....I was right. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.
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