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Maybe they were her dump. :)

Not funny,but cool. I was in my bank the other day getting my penny fix and the teller started asking me what I find..told her some finds and what I look for..and that I also liked nickels and silver. She said, well we have people come in now and then that are closing estates...they bring in the old coins because they don't know what to do with them.Would you like me to call you when that happens ? You can guess my answer...and I'm picking up some chocolates for my next visit.

Not funny but cool story with a good moral. Not long after I had started roll searching I went to a bank and bought them out of customer rolls of cents and nickels, the vault teller liked me because I never brought any of the coins back and always went out of her way to help me. Anyway after I got home and was setting the rolls up for searching I noticed she had given me ten more rolls of nickels than I had paid for. I went back and explained what had happened and paid for the extra rolls. A couple days later when I went in she waved me over and thanked me and told me she was saving some rolls for me if I wanted them. It turns out a gentleman had cashed in 80+ rolls of wheat cents so I bought them, she also asked if I collected silver or any other old coins, I agreed I did and ever since then everytime she gets silver or old/odd looking coins she saves them for me. She has even gone as far as to open the rolls of dimes quarters and halves and set aside any that have silver, and when I come in asks if I want to buy the rolls as I mainly only search nickels and cents. This one act of being honest has netted me a couple of new aquaintences and about $200 face in silver, Of course I regularly attend their monthly luncheon and usually pick-up the tab, so that doesn't hurt either.

Kie

Well... This is going to be a contest in the near future, as soon as I think of an appropriately absurd one.

I went to the bank on Monday to get a couple of weeks of spending money. No big deal, right?

Well, I grew up in Mexico City, so I have a 'standard' Mexican accent in spanish, but I live in Guatemala. Well, you know how all the people who live in states next to Texas hate Texans? Well... Guatemalans usually think the same way about Mexicans.

Since I was at the bank, I realized I wanted to buy 100 5 centavo coins for friends. These suckers are tiny, smaller than an American dime, and currently worth about .65 American cents. The bank teller smiled, and I didn't think anything of it, since everybody smiles in Guatemala. But she *REALLY* smiled. I should have been very worried.

Long story short, I am now the proud owner of 100 Quetzales of brand new uncirculated 2010 5 centavo coins. 2000 of theml. The entire *bleeping* bank bag. I feel like such a dork!

The bank I normally pick up at (and have picked up the most), one of the tellers said that he wanted to know what I was doing with all of these and that the tellers had talked and decided that I was an artist and that I was either using them to make furniture or gluing them to furniture. Made me kind of blush that they had been talking about me enough to come up with such a specific idea about what I was doing with these coins ... :)

Nothing cool about this story, but I suppose it is entertaining: I went into a bank to dump ~2 weeks ago. It was 2 boxes worth of halves, and a halves box filled with a little under 2 boxes worth of dimes (and a couple silver dollars). I was dumping the halves and the machine was taking forever and kept jamming, so I decided that I'd just call it a day and dump the rest another day somewhere else.

I have a little handtruck that I just bought for this that folds up and I put the boxes back on the handtruck and started wheeling it out. I guess I hit a rock or something, because the boxes got jolted and the dime box fell off, hit the ground and all 500-dollars (or so) of the dimes just dumped onto the ground. But it wasn't like they just dumped out -- It was as if I had spiked the box of dimes onto the ground as hard as I could, they just went everywhere. The sidewalk was covered, they went into a little bed planted with ivy, they rolled down the sidewalk into the parking lot. It was a huge mess.

It took me like 30+ minutes to clean it all up. I was so embarassed crawling around on the ground picking up dimes...

Let's see:

I picked up $5,000 in $20 and shoved them in my shirt pocket. Bank teller asked if I was worried walking around with that much obvious cash. I said "no", and glanced down on the ledge on my side of the window.

She saw my .38 special, gulped, and said "oh, I guess not".

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My wife and her kid brother just walked into the branch bank. A stray cigarette or something popped the balloon he was carrying, and she instantly said "holdup". She said it was fun watching people dive to the floor.

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I guess it must have been like the time I went to the bank with a friend of mine. He was dressed in full SKA armor: Steel helmet, chainmail and sword. They didn't have a clue what to do.

Think for a minute. Short of heavy artillery, what's the defense against 3/8" steel plate?