The way I see it, MONEY is MONEY in all of its forms and ought to be treated as such.
If anyone had told me that I would have been highly entertained in all places, a BANK, this week, I would have told them that they LIE!
But weird as it sounds, I received my heartiest source for real laughter this week, in a bank.
I went to the National Bank to transact some business. The line was long, as it usually is and so I waited patiently for my turn to come. I passed the time looking at the news on CNN and noted the agony suffered by the victims of the tornado in Texas.
That however served to make me sad.
I soon realized that one of the reasons why the line was being held up was that there were two local shop keepers who were counting out a pile of coins at the two available Teller stations.
I looked on in dismay as I realized that as Monday was a holiday, logically they had brought in their returns on Tuesday (the day I was in the bank).
I heard some people grumbling about why they did not weigh the coins and it brought back memories of sometime previously when I had taken the spoils of my piggy bank to the Nevis Credit Union and even though I had counted the various coins, the Teller insisted that they had to be recounted and I was heavily chastised ‘for holding up the line.
I heard comments like: “He must be ah open an shop!’
Well, I never made the same mistake again and so here I was this time, with the shoe on the other foot, being the impatient customer in line.
Well, a friendly Rastafarian guy who was in front of me, told me and two other persons to go ahead of him. He was clutching a black plastic bag in his hand. I was really wondering why he was being so generous but he soon explained.
‘You see that Teller up there? You see how she sweating counting all dem coins? Well, she have a lot more sweating to do, ‘cause I have a bag full of them.’
He then stated that he had in his bag 500 one cent pieces. I thought to myself that it sounded like a lot of money until my poor mathematical mind clicked in to alert me that that was only $5.00!
He also had over a thousand two cents pieces and another thousand plus five cents pieces.
We quickly realized that the Teller would have her work cut out for her and we thanked him for allowing us to go in front of him.
Somebody then said that by the time the count was finished, the bank would be closing for the day. He jokingly offered to allow more persons to pass him but at a small fee, maybe $5.00 per person, because his rough calculations had indicated that his bag may contain approximately $60.00.
We queried about how he came up with all of the coins. The story was interesting:
‘I have two neighbours. They are doing well for themselves and the wife had a lot of these coins and she told me that before she counts them, she would throw them in the garbage, so I volunteered to take care of them for her,” he said laughing.
I told him that I was proud of him because I would have volunteered too.
Then somebody indicated that recently they have been finding a lot of one cents and two cents pieces on the ground, wherever they travelled. Apparently people are in the habit of throwing them away now.
So I have joined the unofficial ‘LOST COINS RECOVERY CLUB’ and such findings will ultimately find their way into my trusted piggy bank.
You know, I saw my Rastafarian friend a little later in the day and I asked him how he got through. He laughed and said: ‘They only counted the five cents. They tell me come back with the rest another day.”
It makes no sense to be ‘poor bregging’ and ‘one-one full basket.’
That’s the way I see it. How do you see it?