I call this encounter,
You Asked For It
It was a
busy day. It was a REALLY busy day, I'd had a lot of witchy customers,
and here comes another one. I bagged his stuff as he'd asked me to - he
told me what bag to put EVERY item in - which was a pain in the butt,
but I can understand that some people have had stupid cashiers in the
past that bag the meat in with the toilet paper. Whatever.
I give him his total. He paid in cash, and I gave him his change. In it,
was a quarter, or what looked to be a quarter. He's obviously a
nitpicky person so he counted his change back to himself after I
counted it back to him, including his change. Then right as I'm about
to ring up the next person in line, dismissing him, he stops me.
"Excuse me, could I have a different quarter?"
"I don't think this is a real quarter and I want to be able to spend it."
take a look at the coin. Well, he was right, it wasn't a quarter. It
was a Japanese coin worth much more than a quarter.
I looked at him and
smiled a little. "Of course," I said, and opened my till to put the
coin back in.
I switched it out and he said, "See, that wasn't a
"No, sir, you were right, it wasn't.
It was a five-dollar Japanese coin. I'm sorry about that."
He gawked at
me for a couple more seconds before I finally said, "Is there something wrong with your
"Yeah, I want the other one back."
"But you asked for it."
He left without another word.