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So, I'm at one of the local credit unions on Saturday morning looking for halves and dimes. The teller starts digging through her tray and places some halves on the counter. Amongst the clad crap I spot silver immediately, and it looks like a really old design. The teller puts the clad in one pile and says I can buy those. I ask about the other coin but she's definitely not parting ways with it. Turns out it was an 1836 capped bust half dollar. Apparently some lady had just come in that morning and dropped it off after going through her husband's drawer.

I left the bank with about $4 in clad halves and $100 in dimes. No silver for me.

no silver for you and no candy for her

The poor old bastard wasn't even dead yet!?

This one just pulls the most valuable thing she can find out of his drawer and gives it to the bank?

Walgreens was probably having a sale on Metamucil and the dingbat needed another 50¢.

The teller said the woman had asked her husband's permission and he was OK with spending it at face value. I couldn't believe it.

But why would the teller even bother showing me that coin in the first place if she wasn't going to sell it to me?

She had apparently succeeded in emasculating him. She wears his balls as earrings.