Yeah, I didn't mean to spin this chicks brain in the Taco Bell drive thru, but...
My tab came to 6.32
All I had was a twenty, a few ones... and I hate getting a fistful of change.
I looked at my dash, and I was like, "Cool, exactly seven pennies."
So I gave the girl 22.07.
She was like, "Sir, I said 6.32"
"Yeah, that's kewl, that's 22.07, that will make a ten, a five, and three quarters change."
Bzzt. Pop!
"Here" she tries to give me back my seven pennies.
"No, actually, keep those, so I'll get back three quarters not a quarter, a dime, a nickle and three pennies."
Zzzznap.
"Uh...."
"Just put it in your til, the register will tell you how much change to give me."
"Uh..."
"Nevermind, I'll take the seven pennies back, that's ok."
"Well, um."
She walks away from the window.
Why she wouldn't just put that amount into the register, and it would tell her how much change to give, I don't know.
Manager arrives on scene.
"Sir, the bill is just 6.32."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's not a big deal. I was just trying to avoid a whole pocket full of change, no problem."
"Could you pull ahead, we'll bring your meal out to you."
"Is there a problem?"
"Not yet."
Not yet? What the hell does that mean?
So I pull up. And sit. And wait.
Seriously? WTF. The cash register is a computer. It would have done the math for her, but now the manager thinks I'm pulling some kind of scam.
After about five minutes I got my meal... and my seven pennies... along with my original two singles and 13.68 more in various bills and loose change.
What ever, dude. I love those cheap tacos.
Gatinha just laughed at me, "You're such a nerd."
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