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Don't knock it
Mar. 17th, 2011 07:48 pm"That ... can't be right..."
I was watching the student cashier count out a pile of coins from the till for my change. The thing was, I'd given him $2 and my drink was $1.90. It might be first thing on a Thursday morning, but even I could work out that I shouldn't be receiving a fistful of silver coins back.
The cashier paused and looked at the till screen. It read:
Purchase: $1.90
Change: $0.85
"No ..." he agreed and then shrugged. "Just ... you know ... go with it." He passed me over the coins with a sunny smile.
"Um. Okay. Thanks." I took the coins and the drink and wandered off.
Probably a sociology student.
I was watching the student cashier count out a pile of coins from the till for my change. The thing was, I'd given him $2 and my drink was $1.90. It might be first thing on a Thursday morning, but even I could work out that I shouldn't be receiving a fistful of silver coins back.
The cashier paused and looked at the till screen. It read:
Purchase: $1.90
Change: $0.85
"No ..." he agreed and then shrugged. "Just ... you know ... go with it." He passed me over the coins with a sunny smile.
"Um. Okay. Thanks." I took the coins and the drink and wandered off.
Probably a sociology student.
