Today my daughters counted their coins stashed over the past year in a shared bank. I helped them roll (those darn paper sleeves are always a challenge for tiny fingers), then delivered them to the credit union for them. The credit union was strangely swamped for a midday Friday, so I took pity on the teller who was attempting to properly label each coin tube and chipped in. Usually, they don't let customers handle the money once its been handed over, and, when I offered to help, I saw her weighing her options before she caved and let me chip in.
Rolling - 20 minutes; driving to bank - 25 minutes; waiting for teller, and helping her - 15 minutes.
The girls' home stash had grown sizable enough to transport, and I was headed that direction for an appointment anyway. Plus, we homeschool, so all this coin identification, counting and related money math counts! :) Since their dad was off work for the day, I ran the deposit for them rather than have them face an unnecessary hour ride there and back. As for why I helped the teller who is, after all, paid to help customers - sometimes pay just isn't enough. A little help from friends and strangers feels good.
Yes: the cash is stashed safely; the girls enjoyed some extra time home with Daddy; the teller didn't crack under the pressure of too many customers and not enough help to serve the sudden rush.
Day 737: Lost and found times two
2 months ago