The Two-Cent Incident That Took Down a Bank
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My grandma passed away, so I went to the bank to close her account. The final balance: forty-two cents. The teller flashed a practiced, plastic smile, pushing forty cents in dimes across the counter toward me. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we don't have any loose pennies right now. Can we owe you the last two cents?" "No," I said. "I'd like them now." A flicker of annoyance crossed her face, and she sighed, her patience wearing thin. "Ma'am, you're holding up the line." The next thing I knew, she hit a button under the counter. A security guard materialized and politely "escorted" me out. I…