It finally happened to me
Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 2:48 pmI had to do a little cashing in today. I've been behind on my sorting thanks to some vacations, some school and some work, but now that all three of those are on hold for the next few weeks, I was able to get back in the game. I stopped by one of my more-liked dump banks. They hold me to one bag a week (I may be able to get more if I asked nicely), but they've always been great to me. Always have a smile, never a negative word, and best of all, I've pulled some nice silver from there. They save all their halves just for me, and I've done pretty well on them. Also, a few months back, one teller saved an entire bag of around $50 worth of Wheat pennies for me. She said she didn't know what exactly I searched for in those pennies I bring in, "But I figured these might be something you'd like." Of course, she was rewarded with chocolate.
Today I came in for the first time in a few weeks. Went to a teller I didn't recognize, but there weren't any problems. Then my friendly teller comes around the corner and says, "Oh, you haven't been in here for a while. I've been waiting on you!" I apologized (see, that's how well we get along. I apologize for not dumping there!) and told her the reasons. She said, "Well, I've been saving these for you. Someone brought in some weird looking dollar coins a few weeks back and I tossed them in the vault. I thought you might want to look at them first." Sensing a nice batch of useless Ikes, I said I'd be happy to take a look. She opened the vault and pulled out a sealed envelope. I instantly heard that familiar clang clang of silver. Maybe a 40%'er?
She brought them over to me. "Open them up," she said, "and tell me if you want them." I tore off the top of the envelope and looked inside. Who looked back at me? Dwight David Eisenhower. I smiled, heart-broken, and reached inside to pull them out. She told me, "There's $20 worth in there." I pulled all the coins out and placed them in a stack. First 3/4, all clad. But then. "I'd be happy to take them," I said calmly.
The other teller finished up with my pennies, and I paid for the coins. I said to my teller, "Who did you say brought these in?" "Some young boy," she said. "Just wanted cash for them. I didn't know much about them, so I figured I'd save them for you." "Well, thank you very much," I said. "You'll be getting some chocolate in the near future." She seemed to like that idea.
I went out to my car and doubled checked. Sure enough, my eyes hadn't fooled me - some of the stack did contain just a touch of Ag. I took a picture of the stack of coins for you all, so you could see what I saw.
And here they are in all their glory.
If you can't see, there's a 1923 Peace, a 1925 Peace, a 1891 Morgan and a 1921-D Morgan. According to coinflation, a pick up of $129.35 worth of silver for just a little over 3% of melt.
Thank you, silver gods, may I please have another?
Today I came in for the first time in a few weeks. Went to a teller I didn't recognize, but there weren't any problems. Then my friendly teller comes around the corner and says, "Oh, you haven't been in here for a while. I've been waiting on you!" I apologized (see, that's how well we get along. I apologize for not dumping there!) and told her the reasons. She said, "Well, I've been saving these for you. Someone brought in some weird looking dollar coins a few weeks back and I tossed them in the vault. I thought you might want to look at them first." Sensing a nice batch of useless Ikes, I said I'd be happy to take a look. She opened the vault and pulled out a sealed envelope. I instantly heard that familiar clang clang of silver. Maybe a 40%'er?
She brought them over to me. "Open them up," she said, "and tell me if you want them." I tore off the top of the envelope and looked inside. Who looked back at me? Dwight David Eisenhower. I smiled, heart-broken, and reached inside to pull them out. She told me, "There's $20 worth in there." I pulled all the coins out and placed them in a stack. First 3/4, all clad. But then. "I'd be happy to take them," I said calmly.
The other teller finished up with my pennies, and I paid for the coins. I said to my teller, "Who did you say brought these in?" "Some young boy," she said. "Just wanted cash for them. I didn't know much about them, so I figured I'd save them for you." "Well, thank you very much," I said. "You'll be getting some chocolate in the near future." She seemed to like that idea.
I went out to my car and doubled checked. Sure enough, my eyes hadn't fooled me - some of the stack did contain just a touch of Ag. I took a picture of the stack of coins for you all, so you could see what I saw.
And here they are in all their glory.
If you can't see, there's a 1923 Peace, a 1925 Peace, a 1891 Morgan and a 1921-D Morgan. According to coinflation, a pick up of $129.35 worth of silver for just a little over 3% of melt.
Thank you, silver gods, may I please have another?
