He comes into TD Bank with a small handtruck & 4 cloth bags of half dollars. I was waiting to use the coin counter with my $35 in dimes...argh! He beat me into the bank.
The manager is hovering. They limit half bags here to a ridiculous $100, so a teller had to station herself at the machine for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes. 21 bag changes later, the customer line is out the door (she was one if two tellers on duty), late on a Friday/payday. The manager finally boiled over.
"I don't want to see you in here with those half dollars again! This is the second time this month. We don't carry them for a reason, and you're abusing your privileges here...We don't cater to coin collectors. Why don't you take them back to where you bought them..."
The guy sheepishly cashed out, and I figured I was next in line for the lecture. I mean, this manager sees me three times a week minimum, though I only count dimes or quarters in small batches. Plus, she's not the friendliest sort to begin with.
I poured my dimes in slowly, trying not to make noise.
"Can you believe that guy?" she said, winking at me.