Fun times at the Arcade today

[Morsecode]

1st Stop: poured around $75 into the machine when the bag needs changing. Teller opens her up & there's about $75 in loose Lincolns on the floor. Wonderful They took pity on me & paid me, even though I offered to help clean up.

2nd Stop: No drama with the dump, until I reached my mitt into the magnet and got fish hooked thru the middle finger...Yeeyow! Hurt like a be-yotch. And that's my good magnet scraping finger, too

3rd Stop: major coin jam down below. Teller removes the top and there, bent & crimped & pointed right at us, is a live round. Wingnut starts to whapping on it with the butt end of a screwdriver, and I'm, "uh, ya might not want to be doing that..." One teller suggested calling the cops. Obviously, not an NRA member. It reminded me of a time when I had a 9mm round jammed ever so hellishly in my my brand new UZI. I put the gun down and backed away, smoked a couple Camels to regain my nerve.

Anyway, I managed to pull this .38 out with my fingers with no fatalities.

How was your day?

[68Camaro]

Had to chuckle at this one - I've had some arcade days much like that, especially in the past. Lately it's been mostly just boring skunks.

[twentybux]

Interesting day. Can't say that I have looked down the barrel of a loaded coin machine. May have misread but you said "magnet scraping finger" and not "scraping finger", right?

[Thogey]

Call the cops!

[avidbrandy]

I hear if you stick bullets in the coin counters, silver and emergency rations will pop out.....Or maybe it's the other way around.

[cuag]

Imagine the excitement if that round had gone off in the bank. Everyone would have dropped to the floor and Cliff the 75yr old security guard would have slid his revolver across the floor and all that could be heard would be the "teller assistance needed" tone from the counter.

I can't remember the last time I've dumped and did not fill a bag, and these were only like 8lb dumps of assorted change.

[fb101]

Yeah. Had to give up on the magnet.
Left middle finger started looking like I been strummin a cheese grater.
It was beginning to get short and losing the dramatic effect when pointing to the sky with it surrounded by three knuckles.