LoboGunLeather
US Veteran
Couple of errands downtown this morning, then I stopped by the local (fill in the blank) fast food franchise for a snack in lieu of breakfast. Asked for one of the special deal breakfast sandwiches, young man asked for $1.08 with sales tax. In my pocket I found a $1 bill, a quarter, and 3 pennies, handed those to the young man. (Note for the rocket scientists in the audience, that was $1.28 tendered so the change should be easily done with two dimes).
Without hesitation the young man punched some buttons on the automated register (fully capable of computing the correct change with a few key strokes), cash drawer popped open, and he handed me a quarter, a dime, a nickel, and 3 pennies. (Note for the brain surgeons in the audience, that amounted to $0.23 excess in my change).
I told the young man he was giving me too much money and put the change back in his hand. His first comment was "Well, I gave you back your pennies". I explained that the bill was $1.08 and I gave him $1.28, so my change should be 20 cents.
With a "deer in the headlights" look in his eyes, the young man called out to the manager for help. Nice young lady with several hundred dollars worth of designer tattoos stepped up and inquired what the problem was. I explained the minor discrepancy calmly. Her response was something like "Well, lots of people argue about their change. How can I know you are telling the truth?".
I paused for a moment, nodded my head, and told her I thought she was absolutely right; those middle-aged guys who claim to have gotten too much in change were probably trying to run a scam.
Looking over my shoulder the manager waved to a security guard, told him that I was holding up the line so he should take me aside so they could continue serving customers. Of course, I complied right away (the combat boots, bloused BDU trousers, black T-shirt, ball cap with "SECURITY" label, and heavily loaded equipment belt told me this guy was no one I wanted to mess with).
After a few minutes waiting my order was delivered and I left the premises peacefully.
No rocket scientists working there. No brain surgery going on, for sure. I think this is the new "rocket surgery" center for my community.
By the way, the imitation English muffin was fresh and perfectly toasted, the sausage patty was nicely done and very tasty, and the artificial cheese was delightfully reminiscent of something I once had in either a school lunch room or an Army mess hall. Well worth the extra 20 cents and a few minutes waiting under security monitoring.
Sending a friendly note to the local school board suggesting that high school diplomas be printed on edible paper; hopefully new graduates won't starve to death during their first day or two in the real world.
Without hesitation the young man punched some buttons on the automated register (fully capable of computing the correct change with a few key strokes), cash drawer popped open, and he handed me a quarter, a dime, a nickel, and 3 pennies. (Note for the brain surgeons in the audience, that amounted to $0.23 excess in my change).
I told the young man he was giving me too much money and put the change back in his hand. His first comment was "Well, I gave you back your pennies". I explained that the bill was $1.08 and I gave him $1.28, so my change should be 20 cents.
With a "deer in the headlights" look in his eyes, the young man called out to the manager for help. Nice young lady with several hundred dollars worth of designer tattoos stepped up and inquired what the problem was. I explained the minor discrepancy calmly. Her response was something like "Well, lots of people argue about their change. How can I know you are telling the truth?".
I paused for a moment, nodded my head, and told her I thought she was absolutely right; those middle-aged guys who claim to have gotten too much in change were probably trying to run a scam.
Looking over my shoulder the manager waved to a security guard, told him that I was holding up the line so he should take me aside so they could continue serving customers. Of course, I complied right away (the combat boots, bloused BDU trousers, black T-shirt, ball cap with "SECURITY" label, and heavily loaded equipment belt told me this guy was no one I wanted to mess with).
After a few minutes waiting my order was delivered and I left the premises peacefully.
No rocket scientists working there. No brain surgery going on, for sure. I think this is the new "rocket surgery" center for my community.
By the way, the imitation English muffin was fresh and perfectly toasted, the sausage patty was nicely done and very tasty, and the artificial cheese was delightfully reminiscent of something I once had in either a school lunch room or an Army mess hall. Well worth the extra 20 cents and a few minutes waiting under security monitoring.
Sending a friendly note to the local school board suggesting that high school diplomas be printed on edible paper; hopefully new graduates won't starve to death during their first day or two in the real world.
