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Banana Republic banking practices

On Wednesday, I schlepped a coffee can full of coins to the bank for deposit. I'm guessing it was worth between $200 and $300.  The first time I did this, I was surprised to learn that the deposit didn't go into my account the same day, but the next.  Rather than dump the coins straight into the counting machine, they transferred them from my can into a bag, put a slip of paper inside with my hand-written account number scratched in ball-point ink and sent me away empty handed.  I was less than comfortable with this procedure, but when the money showed up the next day in my account, I decided I'd trust them again.  It's a system.  A lousy system, but a system none-the-less.  So this week, I did the same thing and again walked away with nothing, forced to trust that money would eventually land in my account.  It's now been two days and I've received no deposit.  So I called, only to be told that it can take up to five business days for coin deposits, because, "Coins are not considered a high priority."  Oh really? The last I checked, coins were legal tender.  If I hand the teller four fifties, the money goes in immediately.  Coins should be no different.  The woman on the phone also mumbled something about the coins having to be taken to "the vault."  Huh?  I took them to the branch with the coin counting machine.  It's a branch I believe also has a vault.  It's my branch of account.  I don't get it.  I have a BS in Business Administration.  Guess I should have gone for that MBA. Wait.  Ron has one of those and he doesn't get it either.  Once counted and in the bank's possession, that dollar figure should be added to my account immediately.  And what's to prevent the person who dumps the coins into the counter from skimming a few bucks off the top?  Nobody would know, since nobody gets to witness the count.  This place is ridiculous. Every bank I know on the mainland with a machine counts the coins while you wait, then gives you a receipt for the deposit.  If coins weren't so heavy we'd just schlepp them to Vegas.

Tonight, my neighbor Kathy and I are going to dinner, then to the U2 planetarium show at the Imiloa Astronomy Center.  When I mentioned this to Ron yesterday, he said, "You two?  Your going to see Amy Loa? Who's Amy Loa?  Why he thinks I would refer to myself and a friend as "You two," I couldn't quite get, but it was a little funny.

I hate to say it, but the weather seems nice today.  The last several times I've mentioned the sun in the annals of this blog, it was mere minutes before the rain swept in for the remainder of the day. 

Hoppsy's doing pretty well, all things considered.  We had a walk this morning with only mild tripping and awkwardness, a good pace and of course plenty of excellent sniffing opportunities.

Check out Lucy in this photo.  Comfy!
  
A hui hou.  Aloha!


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