I work at Home Depot as a cashier/service desk. Someone evidently looted their mini collection of Kennedy halves and paid with them. a kind coworker let me know, so I promptly swapped out $18.50 face value for $140 melt value! 1964- 2 1965 -1 1966 - 5 1967 - 14 1968 - 10 1969 - 4 this is my single largest haul of silver halves EVER. Previously my best was 13 silvers at a Chase bank.
Wow. First of all Congrats . I to use to work at the Depot. 1990-1995 . Had enough of them. Anyways I got 2 1963B $1 Notes in Unc. condition. I swapped those out also.
My last day at Home Depot is Sunday. There is just no upward mobility that I can see - there are over a dozen employees at my store with 5+ years who do the exact same thing as they did on day one. Also, despite being literally a full-time employee, two weeks ago my hours got cut in half, and I lost my COVID bonus per week. Plus, despite being one of the most profitable retailers in the WORLD, I still got state minimum wage. Ironically, working at a nonprofit YMCA got me $0.66 more than minimum. However, the best part of retail or banking is the extended exposure to rare/valuable coins and currency! I'll miss that part of it.
Pretty nice bonus! Sort of makes up for the slashed hours and loss of my COVID bonus... Retail is great, except for the customers. Somehow customer service desk attracts the worst people in the world. One of my female coworkers was brought to tears on her first day by an insanely irate Karen.
The direct exposure is how I got most of my nice coins. From the late 40's through the 50's I was given ready access to several mom & pop store cash registers in my neighborhood. They allowed me to walk in, open the register, look through all the change and swap. Most times they wouldn't even look up. I always helped them with chores. Older ones needed things done at home. I worked in the store sometimes stocking shelves and stuff. The bank let me come in on Saturday morning and roll change for the tellers. I'd sit on the floor of the vault and the tellers would bring me trays of change to roll. Those days a person was trusted until they proved that they were not. Any place a lot of change was handled the proprietors welcomed free help. The vending machine man, the amusement park operator, they all liked free help.
I know right. I recently was desperate for gas money and spent $6 in Kennedy's ( no 1964 's ) and 2 Ikes. It happens .
Nice score. I was playing blackjack at a Harrah's casino and the table had 50 cent pieces in the rack for change. A few looked more silver on the rim, I was eyeballing them pretty good for awhile so I cashed in a few $1 chips to get half dollars. A 1964 and a 1967. The best part was I put the other 2 up with my next bet and won making them free silver. I educated the dealer and a few other people at the table as to what they were so I didn't look as crazy.
My wife's name is Karen, and she is a total sweetheart who would NEVER treat someone irately - she works with customers all the time. I HATE this stupid euphemism and wish it would stop.
