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Mmmm-kay, that was weird
I'm out of windshield wiper fluid, so I goes into the Kragen's to buy a Mr. Clean jug of windshield wiper fluid. $3.28 total, says the pimply clerk. I give him 3 dollar bills, a quarter and 3 pennies. He takes the money and puts a dime on the counter.
"Uh... I don't need the dime back," I says.
He stares at me sullenly. "You gave me a quarter," he explains.
"Yes," says I, "3 dollar bills, a quarter and 3 pennies. That's exact change. I don't need change back." I turn to the customer behind me in line, hoping to exchange an isn't-it-always-the-way look, but she is fascinated by the ceiling tiles.
Pimply clerk rips the receipt from the printer and hands it to me. He still doesn't pick up the dime. I leave.
So... What happened here? Is this a secret signal? Do the cognoscenti pick up the dime and are then ushered into Kragen's Sanctum of Delights? Did I walk past a turning point in my life without realizing it... again?
Yeah, I know, it's just poor math skills and pride. Leave me my fantasies.
"Uh... I don't need the dime back," I says.
He stares at me sullenly. "You gave me a quarter," he explains.
"Yes," says I, "3 dollar bills, a quarter and 3 pennies. That's exact change. I don't need change back." I turn to the customer behind me in line, hoping to exchange an isn't-it-always-the-way look, but she is fascinated by the ceiling tiles.
Pimply clerk rips the receipt from the printer and hands it to me. He still doesn't pick up the dime. I leave.
So... What happened here? Is this a secret signal? Do the cognoscenti pick up the dime and are then ushered into Kragen's Sanctum of Delights? Did I walk past a turning point in my life without realizing it... again?
Yeah, I know, it's just poor math skills and pride. Leave me my fantasies.
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