This morning, after digging out from yet another storm, I stopped at the local ghetto-gas station to get a cup of tea on my way to work. It's 8:30 and when I pull in to the gas station, I'm not late....not even close. Just as I step up to the counter to pay for my $1.85 cup of tea, a man cuts in front of me. Here's what he has in his hands:
- A porno magazine
- A 6-pack of Miller Light
- A pack of Paul Mall cigarettes
- (2) $1 scratch tickets
How he pays?
- Several fistfuls of dimes and nickels
Of course, I had only my debit card, so I wasn't able to just throw cash on the counter and leave. No, I had to wait for the cashier to painstakingly count out $16.67 in dimes and nickels. The man protested, claimed he had it all there....he wouldn't lie. But the cashier insisted that someone else had told her that, and he was $0.50 short goddammit!
After she gave him his 3 pennies and bid him farewell, she gave me my total of $1.85 and said, "What the hell is wrong with these goddamn perverts anyway? Dimes and nickels.....you know, he's lucky I took that. Most places wouldn't take that......"
I tuned her out, entered my PIN number and said, "Merry effing Christmas."
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