Ninety-One Thousand Dirty Pennies Dumped on a Driveway in Oak Creek
“The bank gave me what I asked for, and now it’s yours,” Dale said.
I stepped up to the desk and picked up the slip.
It wasn’t a shop payroll receipt or a normal stub from our accounting system.
It was a commercial currency order slip printed on blue teller paper from Oak Creek First Bank.
At the bottom, Dale’s full signature was on the line requesting ninety-one thousand five hundred pennies in canvas bags.
The date stamped across the top in red ink said Monday, November fourth.
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