Just the other day I was happily greeted with not one, not two...but three separate bank tellers at my normal Friday drop spot. As usual I fly in undetected from any need of bank rolls or loose half dollars in their trays and drawers. I begin with a simple request to cash a check and withdraw some funds for our big trip. Next, I proceed to ask for any half dollars, whether loose or rolled up. At the very breathe of my final word in this request, the teller then moves the transaction forward by replying, "As a matter of fact I have $3.50 in halves, would you like them?" It was so close, I saw some light colored edges in there and they were well within my grasps until... The teller next door asks my teller, "Did you pull all the silver out of those?" As quickly as I had those banked into my mental ownership bucket of beautiful 40% wonder, my wonderful teller grabbed the three out of the stack in no time.
"I have $2.00 I can give you, would you still like to have them?" With a snide remark, I say "No thank you, seems I have no use for them anymore."
And that was that, it would turn out to be a lonely walk back to my car...
