Seven Out Of Ten For Ditziness

(I’m the ditzy customer in this story.)

Cashier: “That’ll be $7.57.”

(I place a ten on the counter. The cashier hits a button on the register, then looks at the machine, and then looks at me, confused.)

Cashier: “Oh. Do you have 57 cents?”

(Thinking she hit the wrong button and would like to just give me back a few ones, I dig through my purse.)

Me: “Well, I can make 56 cents…”

Cashier: “That’s fine.”

(She finishes the transaction, gives me the receipt and my bag, and tells me to have a good day.)

Me: “Excuse me, do you have my change?”

Cashier: “You bought ten items. Your total was $10.57.”

Me: “Oh, my gosh! I thought you said seven, not ten! I’m sorry! But thank you for the penny!”

(I usually have my wits about me a bit more than that! She was so confused about my confusion, but so sweet to patiently help me!)