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I started saving pocket change in Arizona Iced Tea bottles back in '94-'95, after one of my friends emptied his out and counted out 100 bucks so we could go get some weed.  I was hooked.  After a year or so I had maybe 3 of them filled up then came across one of those empty 5 gallon water jugs and started filling that up instead.After 12-13 years of adding to it and never dipping into it, this is what I was left with....<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/sweendoglongisle/change.jpg" alt="" /> The thing weighed 127.5 lbs, I weighed it on a bathroom scale.  I took it to Commerce Bank, they have a free coin counting machine there.  And that's where all hell broke loose.I jammed the machine!!!  They had to come and take the thing apart, here is the first person who came over and she was extremely pissed off that her banking job has come down to fiddling with a coin counting machine.<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/sweendoglongisle/pissedofflady.jpg" alt="" />Then she sent over another guy, I had to wait maybe 5 minutes for him.  He didn't even look at me, barely muttered a word to me.  I was silently chuckling to myself at first, these people must have thought I was the biggest fucking asshole for carrying in all this change and jamming their machine, and at this point there was a line of 4 people waiting, none of whom had more than a Ziploc sandwich bag full of change!!  And every one of them was pissed at me too!  So now the guy is able to get the machine working a bit, but you see in the picture at the bottom those loose coins below the white area?  That's some type of chute, and he's now putting coins in the top and they're going right through and off the chute and all over the floor of the bank!  I'm walking around like a complete fucking asshole at this point, picking up pennies in front of these people and openly laughing my ass off because this situation has reached the pinnacle of how absurd it could have possibly become.I think they were pissed that I was laughing, but that shit was too much.  It was like a scene from a Coen brothers movie, or something you'd find on Candid Camera.  I'd actually pay them for security camera footage of me walking around chasing this one nickel that wouldn't stop rolling.  You know that freak coin that when you drop it it winds up rolling halfway around the block?  I had ten of those fucking things in there.Finally I brought my receipts up to the teller, and while I'm there they were still trying to get the machine to work right for the next people.  I'm looking at the teller and the guy who wouldn't even look at me just walks up and plops down on the counter a handful of change that fell through and the machine missed, then walks away without saying a word.  They really fucking hated me at this place.I walked out with $1623.27.  Nice day.  Moral of the story, save your change.

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