Post A Coin With A Story!

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I agree with SilverStackerKid - some people just don't understand and there's no point in trying to make them understand.

Now -- as for my coin...I've probably had it since 1968 or 1969. I was around 13 or 14, working my first job and this was in the cash register. So I swapped it out for a cent I had in my purse. I often did this with Buffalo nickels and Morgan dollars, etc. I didn't find a lot, but I just loved the old coins.

This cent wasn't old but I thought it had been damaged and I felt sorry for it. I was always rescuing stuff -- broken costume jewelry, cracked sea shells, old clothes. I'd make them into something new if I couldn't repair them.

Anyway, I kept it in a jewelry box in a drawer until I joined this site and learned what a clip was. Then I spent a whole bunch of money to get it slabbed.

I carry a 'purse' and I'm all stinky old man. Need it for my epi-pen. And as long as I've got it for that, about a dozen or two other things go in it.

I complimented another old fogie on his purse in the store one day and he responded indignantly, "It is my purse."

I replied, "And I like it."

What kind of allergy do you have?

I have a peanut & tree nut allergy, deadly actually

Never had a run in with peanuts or tree nuts, stayed away my whole life. Learned I had an allergy when I was a year old, 16 years later I'm still fine and watching out. So yeah, I carry an epi-pen bag with me in the car that has an inhaler for my asthma, epi-pen, advil, and some other stuff, but don't bring it into public unless I'm at school, in which, I just leave a medicine baggy with the stuff in my bookbag.

@Buddy-- that is a cool clip! I truthfully probably would not have "rescued" that one, since I am still honestly a little fuzzy at telling the difference between a genuine clip error, versus a coin that's had a bolt cutter applied!

And we will certainly have to see that coin, Dagaz! Amazing that she kept up with it for so many years!

Here's another of mine:



This was my very first 90% silver half, and I still chuckle to think about how I got it.

It was in mid-2008, and I had just started really paying attention to the coins coming through my till at my summer job as a cashier, working at a BJ's (similar to Sam's Club or Costco).

When you work in a retail store, you start to recognize the regulars, for better or worse. One shining example of the worse is a particular lady who came in about once a month and made a point to be difficult for difficulty's sake. Her husband owned a bike shop, and somehow she managed to score a membership that was eligible for tax exempt purchases. (For those with little or no experience, this type of membership is for people who plan to purchase items in bulk, and will sell them back at their stores, to avoid extra paperwork. As cashiers, we were technically not allowed to question *which* items were eligible for tax exempt, except that alcohol had to be taxed no matter what. The customer has to sign a form at the end of the transaction swearing under penalty of law that they are not shorting Uncle Sam of his due 6%.)

So this woman comes up to my register and places her items on the conveyor. Milk, some candy, a couple DVD's, and some vitamins.

"Is this going to be tax exempt today?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Sure, just let me know which items are for the shop."

"All of it."

So I ring it all up, she pays me in cash, and I give her the form to fill out.

"I'm not signing this."

"Ma'am, you are required by law to sign this."

"I'm not signing it."

So I switch my light to blink, and she has a quite colorful conversation with my manager. After, she grumblingly takes the form, and scribbles on it like a toddler would. Again, I'm not allowed to question what does or does not constitute a signature, so I take what I can get.

I breathe a sigh of relief, then not 5 minutes later she is back in my line with more food. Once again, insists that it is tax exempt.

I tell her the total, and she hands me some cash. She's 46 cents short.

"I'm not paying that. Just put in the total amount."

"Ma'am, I'm just doing my job. I can't let you leave until you pay for your this."

We have a long staring contest, then she cedes, gives a hearty snort, and digs through her purse. She pulls out a large silver coin. I can see the thought bubble above her head: "This will teach that guy not to mess with me again."

I see the brilliant gold toning and the -64 at the end of the date. My heart starts racing. I can't let her know. I swallow my grin and put on my poker face as she scribbles her way through the paperwork like an angry kindergartner. She gives me a good long huff, then storms off to her car.

The shiny silver half dollar swapped out for two quarters and is in my pocket before she's even out the door.

Nice one, Finn235!