Fickle Over A Nickel
(The store where I work has a coffee booth near the express lane, where I am working one day. Customer #1, an elderly man, comes to my register with a small coffee. He puts a dollar, two quarters, and four pennies on my counter.)
Customer #1: “It should be $1.54 for this coffee, right?”
Me: “I think so. Let me check.”
(I ring it up and with tax it comes to $1.59.)
Me: “Oh, sorry. Looks like it’s actually $1.59. You were close though!”
(The man frowns and pulls out a wad of bills. He has twenties, tens, fives, and several more dollar bills.)
Customer #1: *muttering* “I might as well give you a twenty to get a nickel!” *stuffs all his money back in his pockets* “You can just keep the d*** coffee!”
(He storms off, leaving me speechless. The next customer stares after him.)
Customer #2: “Goodness! What was his problem?”
Me: “He was a nickel short for his coffee and didn’t want to give me another dollar instead.”
Customer #2: “Is that what all the fuss was about? Shoot, I could have given him a nickel!”
Me: “I have some dimes in my pocket, but I don’t think he would have accepted that either.”
Customer #2: *shaking her head* “Shame. It seems like he really could have used that coffee!”