At the bank I go to, it has to be rolled for them to accept it. They won't give you the rolls, though, you have to buy them for like... ten cents for 100.

Then you spend the next three hours in the bank rolling quarters and nickles and pennies. Then you spend another hour in line because, as you were rolling, the entire old folk's home from across the street decided that they wanted puppies on their checkbooks because airplane ones reminded them of WWII.

I hate banks.