I’ll Write A Title When I’m Done Laughing

I work at a place that is mostly known for its pharmacy but also has a decent selection of beauty products alongside regular groceries. I work part-time as a cashier, and I am quite bored one day as I have finished all the chores for the day and am counting the minutes until quitting. We barely have a customer all day.

Finally, this guy comes up buying a few cheap items. The total comes to $10.78.

Customer: “I’m paying in cash.”

Me: “Okay, that’s fine.”

I go over to the cash screen and wait for him to dig out his money. This guy looks to be around twenty-six, which is important since my store is usually frequented by seniors getting their prescriptions filled, and I swear some are faster than this dude.

He gets done counting his change and hands me a huge pile of change.

Customer: *Confidently* “That’s seventy-eight cents!”

Me: *Groaning jokingly* “You’re going to make me do math this early in the morning?

He chuckles a bit.

Customer: *Super smug* “Well, you know, math isn’t so hard if you just try. I love math.”

This whole time he has a smug look on his face as if he was used to being the “math geek” in the room or something. I honestly have no idea. I count the change while he speaks. Then, I count it again. Three times.

Me: “Uh, sir, this is sixty-eight cents.”

He sheepishly hands me another dime.

Me: “You know, math isn’t so hard if you just try.”

He got super embarrassed, took his stuff without another word, and left.