Every week, on errand day, I go through the bank drive-thru to get our weekly cash allowance. I sent in my withdrawal slip that I have a hoard of, taken right from the counter at the bank, when I had to walk inside. Or sometimes when the teller asks if there's anything else, I ask her to send out a few withdrawal slips in the tube canister. So I KNOW the withdrawal slip is nothing foreign to the bank workers.
Every week, I ask for the same amount, in the same denominations. I only get $100s and $20s. Farmer H and I use our weekly money however we wish. Of course mine goes mainly to lottery tickets and gas for T-Hoe, and his for gas and playing those fake slot machines, or auction treasures. The rest of the cash I set aside in one of our safes, in specific envelopes marked for Christmas, insurance, taxes, and miscellaneous. That way we never have a big expense come up that requires taking money from other accounts. It has already been set aside. Like a Christmas Club account, but available when we need it. What Farmer H doesn't see in the balance, he can't go off and spend, thinking we are rolling in dough.
Anyhoo... I always write on the withdrawal slip the bills I want for my cash. It saves the teller from having to ask, or make the decision herself. I have very legible writing. Printing in block letters. I get compliments all the time on my inkpenmanship. I write the requested bills directly above the withdrawal amount, and follow it with, "Please." Then I CIRCLE IT. You'd have to be blind or an idiot to miss it. Or perhaps a psychopath to deliberately ignore it.
Thursday, there was one other car already at the drive-thru. I sent in my canister. The gal said she would be with me in a minute. The other car finished and drove off. I was talking to The Pony, who was riding shotgun. It seemed to be taking a while. Another car pulled in at the lane where the first car had left. Then it also left. We were talking, but I was still conscious of the time it was taking.
Finally the teller came back and said to have a good day, and sent out the canister with my cash. I opened up the envelope to retrieve my driver's license. It seemed a bit thin compared to usual envelope. I looked at the bills, and
THEY WERE ALL $50s!
I HATE $50s! They're not enough if you're making big purchases like some of Farmer H's business deals, and too much if you want to buy lottery tickets out of a machine.
No way did I want to sit there longer, and send the bills back in, and hope to get what I wanted. Even without a schedule, there's only so much car-sitting Mrs. HM is willing to do on errand day. I made sure to complain, though, to The Pony.
"This is NOT what I asked for! I had it clearly written on the withdrawal slip. How can they not see that? It's the same every week. Now I'm stuck with these dang fifties! I HATE fifties! Maybe Dad will be able to change them out with his business money. Or I can do it with the saved money at home. But that's AT HOME. I was wanting to buy tickets out of the machine in Country Mart. And all I have is this $100 winner from yesterday. I'm not scanning that into the machine."
"Can you cash it in at Casey's when you get gas?"
"No. They always mess it up. It's something about that store. They can't seem to understand how to take payment for gas out of a scratcher winner. I've tried it twice before, and it takes forever to get a manager to come fix whatever they do. And I'm not going to hold up the line, doing two transactions."
"Oh! I have some of my casino cash with me. I might have some twenties. But they're mostly hundreds."
"That's fine! See what you have. I'd rather have hundreds than fifties, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind! I can use fifties at the casino next time we go."
The Pony came to my rescue with five twenties, and enough hundreds to cover my fifties. I hope I don't get that same teller next Thursday. If I get fifties again, I'm going to complain! Have your calendars ready...
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