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Was picking up magical shiny caffeine elixer known as soda tonight when a guy steps up to the empty register nearby. The cashier that's ringing me out tells him to come over here, and after a pause and a look of confusion crosses his face, he does so. Before she can finish with me, he holds up his big jug-o'-water and starts talking.
Him : I need to get this for 1.50, because that's all I have. It says it's for 1.59, but I want you to give it to me for 1.50. I wanted the one that was 1.25, but you're out, so I want this one for 1.50.
I see the pained look cross her face, and suddenly I'm psychic. I can see it all unfolding before me. She'll explain that she can't give it to him for less, and he'll insist and insist, and complain, and say 'but it's water, I need water, my pipe's are busted, how can you deny me water'.
Hoping to save poor cashier some pain, I fish out my pocket change and hand him a dime. "Here."
He looks deflated, but takes the dime. Then he dumps the coins on the belt and walks off without letting her ring it up. She calls after him for a moment, then gives up and picks up the money to count it. I count it silently as she does, and he's short twenty cents. Before she can get annoyed, I just hand her another quarter.
Her : Thanks. That was nice of you to do for him.
Me : *snort* I didn't do it for him, I did it so you wouldn't have to explain to an insufferable idiot why your drawer would be short.
It was too late and we were both too tired to laugh, but I got a knowing, thin-lipped smile out of her.
Him : I need to get this for 1.50, because that's all I have. It says it's for 1.59, but I want you to give it to me for 1.50. I wanted the one that was 1.25, but you're out, so I want this one for 1.50.
I see the pained look cross her face, and suddenly I'm psychic. I can see it all unfolding before me. She'll explain that she can't give it to him for less, and he'll insist and insist, and complain, and say 'but it's water, I need water, my pipe's are busted, how can you deny me water'.
Hoping to save poor cashier some pain, I fish out my pocket change and hand him a dime. "Here."
He looks deflated, but takes the dime. Then he dumps the coins on the belt and walks off without letting her ring it up. She calls after him for a moment, then gives up and picks up the money to count it. I count it silently as she does, and he's short twenty cents. Before she can get annoyed, I just hand her another quarter.
Her : Thanks. That was nice of you to do for him.
Me : *snort* I didn't do it for him, I did it so you wouldn't have to explain to an insufferable idiot why your drawer would be short.
It was too late and we were both too tired to laugh, but I got a knowing, thin-lipped smile out of her.
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