He paused, and looked at me with a face vaguely resembling this:
But he didn't say anything, and proceeded to pull out a little official-looking envelope from a little cabinet, and counted out a whole bunch of $2 bills. The other tellers sort of looked at him weirdly, and he didn't say anything, just handed me my stack of two-dollar bills.
Great. My bank thinks I'm a freak.
But this doesn't matter, because I am dancing around with my fresh stack of two-dollar bills. I love these things so much, for several reasons.
1) Sometimes, people don't know that you can just ask for them at a bank. They think $2 bills are rare. Therefore, if you're convincing enough, you can persuade your friends to buy them off you for $3 or so. I haven't had any success yet, but I'm working on it.
2) My brother likes to spend them all the time because he says he's "trying to bring them back into circulation." I love spending them too, but for a different reason. First, the cashier always looks at me, and the bill, really weirdly. In some cases, I've heard that cashiers vehemently accuse you of counterfeit (or just refuse it), because they don't believe there's such thing as a two-dollar bill. Hasn't happened to me, though. But here's my favorite part. See, cash register have specific slots for different types of bills and coins, and they don;t have a $2 bill slot. So their hand sort of hovers between the $1 and $5 slots, trying to figure out what to do with it. It reminds me delightfully of the spork scene in Wall-E.
It makes me crack up every time.