Pocket Change and a Final on-base Bank Visit
I was next in the queue as I waited on one of the two tellers to finish with their customers. There were no others behind me...and thank goodness for that, because on this day I came bearing gifts. As I approached the counter with my coin purse in hand and a smile on my face, I sensed the queue rapidly building where I once stood. It was hot out today, and the bank was a little over an hour from closing. They all likely had important matters to handle...as did I. Today I was depositing fifty-one dollars and seventy-seven cents in loose change. With little shame, I placed the coin purse right there on the counter for all to see, as the teller made his way through the quarters, dimes, and nickels. As he neared the end of the pennies, I could hear what sounded like sighs of relief coming from the onlookers, surely anxious to get after their own transactions. It was false hope. I then proceeded to update our address, character by character, to that of our new home somewhere in the no...
