Each night Hubby Tony tosses his change into a glass mug on his dresser. The other day he realized that mug was full, so it was time to take those coins to the bank and cash them in.
There used to be quite a few branches of our bank that had coin machines for
customer use, but since Covid there are fewer that offer
the service. I looked on the bank website and wrote down the closest ones, including two city
branches that were ten minutes apart. In my experience the website isn't
always accurate, and if the first one no longer had a change
machine there would be a second option.
This morning Tony and I decided to combine that errand with a trip to a different branch of the YMCA. I also had a package to mail and decided to take care of it at a post office branch along the way. After breakfast Tony and I gathered our things, got in the car, and headed east.
Tony and I have been to five branches of the Y since we joined
earlier in the year. Each is different and seems to have its own
During my visit today I realized that the people at this branch were the friendliest I've run into at any YMCA. I was using one of the machines, and the man sitting at the one across the aisle struck up a conversation with me. When a friend of his walked by he also jumped in.
Twenty minutes later I was leaving the
equipment area. The second man was standing there and stopped me to talk
again. When a woman he knew walked by, he introduced her by name. From
there I went downstairs to use the locker room. A man who had been playing
pool started yet another conversation with me. In the lobby the cleaning person looked me in the eye, smiled, and asked how my day was going. All in all, I was quite impressed.
After the gym Tony and I put our things in the car and walked through the nearby blocks of red brick bungalows. When we got back to the car we thought our next stop would be the bank, but my directions weren't the best. By the time we figured out the problem it made more sense to go to the post office first. There was no line and I was in and out of there in five minutes.
The second bank branch was easy to find, and Tony immediately saw the change machine in the far right corner of the lobby. We headed in that direction, but the teller saw what we were doing and told us it was out of order. When I asked, she said as far as she knew the closest working machine was in St. Charles County. Her announcement was disappointing, but we left with coin rolls to fill and return to our local branch.
Back at the car, Tony asked if I wanted a cup of coffee. I did. We stopped at a branch of a small local roaster, where our pour over coffees were served in a beaker.
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