Art From The Heart

I’m buying art supplies for my class (woohoo, slashed educational budgets again!), and I am keeping a close tally of how much I can get on my meager budget. I think I have managed to get what I need, and I head to the checkout counter.

Cashier: “Miss [My Name]?!”

Me: “Uh… yes?”

Cashier: “You taught me! Like ten years ago! At [School]!”

Me: “Oh, wow! Sorry! I spend so much time with eight-year-olds that I forget you all grow up! You’re… [Cashier], right?”

Cashier: “Wow! You remember!”

Me: “I remember you were great at art! I’m not surprised you work in an art store!”

Cashier: “Yeah, I loved art! Wait… Are you buying all this stuff for school?”

Me: “That’s right! Gotta get the next generation painting like you did! Oh, and I have a coupon!”

I hand my ex-student the coupon, which is for 15% off of one item only. I then notice that my cashier is scanning the coupon, scanning an item, typing something into the checkout computer, and then scanning the coupon again. For every item. He notices that I have noticed, and winks.

Cashier: “I was great at art… not so good at math.” 

I got a discount for EVERY item!