Now I've had someone pay me with $8 in nickels and one guy pay with $1 in pennies but tonight tops them all.
Lady comes up to my counter and I see she has three sandwich bags full of change. And she makes the title remark to me. Yes, I already do. She asked for three packs of cigarettes and had me double check to make sure they were the right ones. I know more about cigarettes than a non-smoker should. I gave you the right ones. Then she begins to count our her change. Twelve dollars of pennies ($2.50), nickels (another $2.50) and the rest in dimes and quarters. I shove all the change in my drawer and try to get rid of it as much as I can.
An hour or so later a lady comes it and says "I hope you don't mind some change!" all fucking cheery and bubbly. I asked her how much because my drawer was already full. This bitch has SIXTEEN DOLLARS but it was mostly quarters (not really). I moved over to another register the one drawer just couldn't hold any more. She had a bag that was just all mixed together and kept telling me how she counted it before she came in and it was SIXTEEN FUCKING DOLLARS. She wasn't even going to count it out. I guess the look on my face said it all and she counted it. Even the two dollars in pennies.
The whole time she kept going on about how she was just saving it and had to cash it in. Like five fucking times she said it. I noticed coin wrappers in her purse. She could've rolled some of the change. Or we sell a whole pack of them for $1.59.
And the topper was a 12 year old kid came in and wanted to know if he could get $11 for $11 in quarters. I told him NO! No, I'm not able to do that. That felt good to do.
Besides that though the night wasn't that bad. The back to school rush has slowed down since all the freaking schools are all back in session. Most of the ones around here are on a year round schedule.
Lady comes up to my counter and I see she has three sandwich bags full of change. And she makes the title remark to me. Yes, I already do. She asked for three packs of cigarettes and had me double check to make sure they were the right ones. I know more about cigarettes than a non-smoker should. I gave you the right ones. Then she begins to count our her change. Twelve dollars of pennies ($2.50), nickels (another $2.50) and the rest in dimes and quarters. I shove all the change in my drawer and try to get rid of it as much as I can.
An hour or so later a lady comes it and says "I hope you don't mind some change!" all fucking cheery and bubbly. I asked her how much because my drawer was already full. This bitch has SIXTEEN DOLLARS but it was mostly quarters (not really). I moved over to another register the one drawer just couldn't hold any more. She had a bag that was just all mixed together and kept telling me how she counted it before she came in and it was SIXTEEN FUCKING DOLLARS. She wasn't even going to count it out. I guess the look on my face said it all and she counted it. Even the two dollars in pennies.
The whole time she kept going on about how she was just saving it and had to cash it in. Like five fucking times she said it. I noticed coin wrappers in her purse. She could've rolled some of the change. Or we sell a whole pack of them for $1.59.
And the topper was a 12 year old kid came in and wanted to know if he could get $11 for $11 in quarters. I told him NO! No, I'm not able to do that. That felt good to do.
Besides that though the night wasn't that bad. The back to school rush has slowed down since all the freaking schools are all back in session. Most of the ones around here are on a year round schedule.
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