Zeidy extracts several colored dreidels and everyone scrambles into place
Their distinguished air is not lost on the young teller, who, feeling rather casual in the face of the Burberry-clad gentleman with the charcoal fedora and his lovely wife, self-consciously smoothes her blouse.
“May I help you?” she asks.
“Yes,” smiles the lady, placing two $10 bills on the counter. “I’d like 400 nickels, please.”
The teller’s eyebrows rise momentarily in surprise. The older woman’s face is sincere, however, so the teller proceeds to execute the task.
Handing the couple the neat rolls of nickels, she cannot restrain herself.
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