Rich Hartford
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Today's.....
Today I wake up early in anticipation of the day's activities. I'm up at 5 am chomping at the bit because I have lot's to do. As soon as the doors open I am the bank to order my 10 boxes of halves. The teller tells me I can only order 4. I haven't ordered in a while, and usually order 4-6, but once ordered 8 with no problem. Oh well, on to the next one.
I go to the last bank where I can actually get a bag of halves. Can only get them once every 4-5 weeks and it's never a full bag, but it always produces. Teller told me today that I can't get the bag anymore. No, big deal,and I'm off and running. So I make a run to a bank that always has rolls they save for me. Nothing great, but I usually get a couple of keepers. The teller says they shipped them all off about ten minutes ago.
I didn't want to ask how many rolls got flushed, because I could feel that edge coming on. I have $ 1500.00 to dump so off I go to take care of that at two banks.
I stop at the first dump bank, which is part of a chain of banks, each of which I share my dumps at. All the tellers are nice but at this one they are politely nosy as to where I get the coin. I give them a plausible B.S story. There is one older lady at the bank who's always eyeing me suspiciously. I don't really have the time to wonder what's on her mind and really don't care. When I cash out at this chain of banks, I turn in the coin machine receipt, get my money and leave. Anyway at this branch there is an added feature. The teller looks around for a card, hand writes something, and then enters it into the computer. I got very tempted to ask her what's up with the card.
On the way to my next dump bank I stop at a bank that is hidden from the world. I must have bypassed this place a hundred times. I found it with the GPS a month ago and when I asked the teller for halves, she hands me about $7.50 in 90's and says there some nice silver ones in there. Well when I stop there today. The very nice teller tells me she was holding on to some nice ones but turned them just 10 MINUTES AGO!
I stop at my next dump bank carrying a plastic coffee can that hold $500.00 in quarters. The top flips off and the quarters spill all over the parking lot. Two of the quarters landed dead smack in the center of a disgusting hawker.Looked like the person who let go of that morning butterfly had TB. I left them for some lucky person to find.
Needless to say, at this point I'm not in a great mood. So I take off to hit a few ghetto banks. Maybe I'll score. Maybe I'll get lucky and someone will eff with me. Couldn't get a single half. Even the winos, junkies, and panhandlers didn't ask me for coin.
So I'm figuring, today is not my day, and called it a day
Today I wake up early in anticipation of the day's activities. I'm up at 5 am chomping at the bit because I have lot's to do. As soon as the doors open I am the bank to order my 10 boxes of halves. The teller tells me I can only order 4. I haven't ordered in a while, and usually order 4-6, but once ordered 8 with no problem. Oh well, on to the next one.
I go to the last bank where I can actually get a bag of halves. Can only get them once every 4-5 weeks and it's never a full bag, but it always produces. Teller told me today that I can't get the bag anymore. No, big deal,and I'm off and running. So I make a run to a bank that always has rolls they save for me. Nothing great, but I usually get a couple of keepers. The teller says they shipped them all off about ten minutes ago.
I didn't want to ask how many rolls got flushed, because I could feel that edge coming on. I have $ 1500.00 to dump so off I go to take care of that at two banks.
I stop at the first dump bank, which is part of a chain of banks, each of which I share my dumps at. All the tellers are nice but at this one they are politely nosy as to where I get the coin. I give them a plausible B.S story. There is one older lady at the bank who's always eyeing me suspiciously. I don't really have the time to wonder what's on her mind and really don't care. When I cash out at this chain of banks, I turn in the coin machine receipt, get my money and leave. Anyway at this branch there is an added feature. The teller looks around for a card, hand writes something, and then enters it into the computer. I got very tempted to ask her what's up with the card.
On the way to my next dump bank I stop at a bank that is hidden from the world. I must have bypassed this place a hundred times. I found it with the GPS a month ago and when I asked the teller for halves, she hands me about $7.50 in 90's and says there some nice silver ones in there. Well when I stop there today. The very nice teller tells me she was holding on to some nice ones but turned them just 10 MINUTES AGO!
I stop at my next dump bank carrying a plastic coffee can that hold $500.00 in quarters. The top flips off and the quarters spill all over the parking lot. Two of the quarters landed dead smack in the center of a disgusting hawker.Looked like the person who let go of that morning butterfly had TB. I left them for some lucky person to find.
Needless to say, at this point I'm not in a great mood. So I take off to hit a few ghetto banks. Maybe I'll score. Maybe I'll get lucky and someone will eff with me. Couldn't get a single half. Even the winos, junkies, and panhandlers didn't ask me for coin.
So I'm figuring, today is not my day, and called it a day
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