I picked up my two boxes of halves today, and I noticed a lady standing there watching me. Once I had the two boxes, she says, "You know we can't order any more for you." I wanted to say, "well, now I do!" But I just calmly said, "that's fine," and walked out. I looked at the teller as I was leaving, and it looked like she was avoiding eye contact. In retrospect, I think they were expecting me to throw a fit.
It's funny, because they are decent-sized branch, while a much smaller branch of the same bank, which is only open for a few hours a few days a week, is always happy to see me. Their security guard even helps me carry the boxes sometimes. Maybe the larger branch just can't handle any extra work. Or the manager is sick of me getting all the silver.
