Me and some friends went out to a bowling alley/bar tonight. One of my friends smokes, which is totally fine and nobody cared. She had smoked one cigarette and had put it out in the empty ashtray. A little later, when someone comes to pick up our empty glasses, she puts a COMPLETELY FULL ashtray on our table, and takes the practically empty one with her. She then walked away. WTF? We were just staring after her for a while, but she didn't come back, so we just grabbed an empty one from a table and put the totally disgusting stinking one on an empty table. It was definately weird.
So I'm at a bookstore which is part of a popular chain and I'm buying a volume of the Death Note manga for a friend's birthday present. I reach the counter, hand the book to the cashier - a woman maybe in her late forties, who doesn't look pleased that OMG A TEENAGER!!1!1! is in her store - and ask to have the book gift-wrapped, please. She looks at me, looks at the book, and then looks at me as if I'm a piece of gum on her shoe. And then she says: "Don't you want to buy a real book?" Not bad service so much as VERY impolite, but still. Ergh.
Can someone tell me what is so hard about converting change to cash at banks? Both Harris and Chase have given me shit over it, and I'm tired of it.
Just today at Chase, I went in with about a total of $20 in rolled change. One full of quarters, couple nickels, and a dime roll. In paper.
I go to the counter, and tell the woman what I need, and drop the rolls into the little tray under the class. She tells me they don't accept rolled change. The difference between loose change and rolled change is bits of paper and 15 seconds of effort. (They're not the sealed ones business get from banks, it's the ones you fold the ends around the change, so they're easy to open.) I'm halfway through asking her for something to put them in when I answer the usual "Do you have an account here?" question. Then she repeats that they dont' take rolled change.
Then I tell her that the last time I was there, (an awesome experience to be sure) I came with mixed loose and rolled change, and the teller handled it. I didn't see why there was a problem. Then she told me that we didn't have a problem this time. Are we having the same conversation?
Then I find out they don't have whatever slips they need. The other teller tells her they have something else they can use, turns out to be the same slips from another branch, they just need to change the location code on them. Whatever, she gives me a cheesy envelope to put the change in, and then goes to process it. She then drops the cash unceremoniously into the tray under the glass, and doesn't even say good bye in the time it takes me to put the cash away and leave the window. Even after I still thank her, despite the logical and politeness issues.
Now I understand why businesses won't take rolled change, because people can put tubes of metal in a paper roll and put a coin on either end to make it look legit, they take forever to count, etc. But at a bank where they, A) will know that trick is being used immediately when they open the rolls to feed them into a machine, and B) they count by said machine, I don't see why it's always such a hassle.
I went to the DMV to renew my car's registration and get new license plates. Since I wanted new ones rather than to renew my old ones, I needed to do it in person, because the website was going to make me pay more. The man at the counter copped a huge attitude and told me that I could only get new plates online because the particular specialty plate I wanted isn't available at that location. I don't understand why that's an issue- they'd mail it to me anyway, right? Anyway, this guy argued with me for a while. He'd halfway explain something, ask if I understood in a condescending manner, and when I said no, please explain it fully, he sighed and rolled his eyes. Finally he said he'd go get a supervisor. While he walked away, I opened my Turandot score (Puccini opera) back up and continued with my notes because he was gone for a few minutes (that's not b_s- I fully understand that he had to wait for a supervisor to be available), and when he came back, he was saying what impressive music it was and what did I play. I said I sang, and he started asking for CDs and telling me about the time he met Jennifer Lopez in the DMV and what a bitch she was.
Anyway, the supervisor looked at my form, asked what license plate I wanted, and told him to go ahead. He said he couldn't do it, and I was all confused, and then he asked if I'd bring a CD by. He kept asking, so I finally said sure, whatever, and then he said he'd go ahead and do my transaction. I was not amused.