We went to a little restaurant we like Thursday evening. We had collected points and received a discount. The total was $13.98, the wife handed over a $20.
The cashier looked at the bill. She looked at my wife. The cashier stared at the cash again then looked at me. She took a breath and turned to find the manager. He was busy. Finally she pulled out her phone to use the calculator to see what change we had coming.
Why should I give her the answer? The nice young lady needs to learn how to count change.
I’m sure she went home ranting about old boomers who refuse to use a debit card.
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