So you got your piggy bank filled and you begin to think it’s about time you break it. The pictures on TV commercials now play in your mind where a pink ceramic piggy is carried to the bank and pleasant-looking tellers welcoming their excited client. But snap out of it, it is fallacy because the sad truth is, they hate counting coins. Yes, most bank tellers—who appear so kind, so accommodating—do not like to spend time counting what we have been saving in our coin banks for months. I know this first hand based on experiences (yup, plural).
One of my encounters happened a few months back. I went to a BDO branch where a big image on their wall had my hopes high—it has a picture of a kid with her tower of coins. She seems happy, so proud of her savings. Soon I learned, however, that the teller in front of me thinks otherwise. Her happy disposition changed in a heartbeat when I told her I will deposit Marcus’ coins to his account. It was worth more than three thousand pesos.
While she counts, after a stern comment that I should have grouped it by hundreds, I looked at the huge wall again and had to suppress a smirk and the urge to let out some sarcasm. That day reminds me to avoid depositing coins again—that is, if I can help it.
Not wanting to be in the same uneasy spot again, this week I have found another way to dispense Marcus’ coins. It doesn’t involve any bank tellers but new unsuspecting employees. The first recipient was the water district’s cashier. Surprisingly, he didn’t complain and was able to count the 80 pieces of 5-peso coins fast. Kiddo and I were out of the office in less than ten minutes.
Our next stop was the gas station. I handed the attendant six ice candy packs with 1-peso coins in each. I packed it last weekend—while watching a Transformers movie at home—and was thinking all the while that I got 600 all in all. How he verified that I counted it wrong surprised me. The gas attendant told me that each pack only has 50 pesos just by placing it on his palm. Wow, this guy should be working at a bank and replace those smug bank tellers so I can go back to depositing the coins directly to Marcus’ savings account.
I still have few more hundred pesos worth of coins to expend and by the time every coin is gone I already owe our kid at least two thousand pesos (Lucky kid). How I now wish that the coin hoarding bill will soon become a law so that I can march back to the bank proudly and tell the bank tellers, “You know ma’am, I am just abiding by the law, so please spare me the lecture and start counting the 25 centavos first.”
Mood: 4/10 Honks! (Those coins are lifesavers for now.)