I go to my car dealership to get an oil filter because I’m bringing my car to my usual mechanic for an oil change tomorrow.

I’m paying via debit and the guy hands me the machine. I’m used to paying with my iPhone, so I put it on the machine automatically only to see that there is a little sticker saying they don’t take Paypass. No problem.

Me: “Oh, sorry, you don’t take Paypass. I’ll use my card; just a sec.”

Worker: “Yes, sorry, you’re going to have to put your card in.”

Me: *Laughing.* “No worries. I’m just so used to paying with my phone that I don’t check anymore.” 

Worker: “At least you’re laughing. A lot of times, old men yell at me for that. Worst part is, most times their bills are over $100, so it wouldn’t work anyway…”

Me: “Wow, that sucks. It’s not as if there aren’t more valuable things to get angry about.”

People give me a headache. Getting angry because you have to take a card out of your wallet? Boy, have we become lazy.

I work at a well-known fast food chain. I am working at the drive-thru window.

Me: “Your total is $19.86, sir.”

He hands me over $20, a nickel, and a dime. The dime drops while it is in his hands still.

Me: “I apologize, sir, but your dime accidentally dropped. Would you like me to use just the twenty instead and hand you back the nickel?”

Customer: “No, I want you to use the twenty and the nickel, and then I want you to come out here and get my dime for me.”

Me: *Confused* “I’m sorry?”

He explains the entire thing to me again. I am stammering, unsure of what to say.

Me: “I can’t do that for you, sir. I apologize.”

Customer: “Well, you’re going to do it anyway.”

Annoyed, I look away and spot a dime on the counter from someone else’s change that was left there earlier. I grab it and hold it up to him.

Me: “I have one right here.”

Customer: “Well, good.”

I gave him his change and didn’t look at him for the rest of the exchange.

I’m working at a bank. I’m a woman in my twenties. A male customer, about my age, approaches the counter.

Customer #1: “I need $100 in new ones for Eid.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any new ones on hand at this time. I can sort through what we do have and get you some nice bills, though.”

Customer #1: “No, they must be new. Do you even know what Eid is?! It’s required that I have new money.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t have any.”

Customer #1: “Well, go make some more!”

Me: “Come again?”

Customer #1: “In the back. You make them in the back, right?”

Me: “Sir, we don’t print money here. We get it shipped to us.”

Customer #1: “And when will you have new bills shipped to you?”

Me: “We order it around Christmas.”

Customer #1: “Well, that doesn’t help me now. Fine. Where is there a currency exchange in this state?!”

Me: “It’s at [Large City three hours away].”

Customer #1: “You’re making me drive all the way over there?! You’re a bank! Forget it. I’ll try somewhere else where the tellers aren’t so useless!“

He storms out. I take a deep breath to compose myself and call the next customer, a well-dressed older woman.

Customer #2: “I guess I’m out of luck? I need new ones for Eid, as well.”

I mentally groan and wait for the next temper tantrum.

Customer #2: “But you said you can find some nice ones?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. How many do you need?”

Customer #2: “Do you have $10?”

Me: “I do.”

I count it out to her. She nods.

Customer #2: “These will work. They look almost new. Thank you so much. I heard you mention getting new money around Christmas. Can people place orders for that?”

Me: “Yes. You can call in around Thanksgiving and we’ll take an order for you. It usually takes a week or so to come in.”

Customer #2: “Fantastic! I’ll make a note to do that. Also, I’d like to apologize for that other guy.”

Me: “That’s not necessary.”

Customer #2: “No, I insist. He shouldn’t have treated you like that. It wasn’t right. You don’t control what gets sent to you. Anyway, you’ve been such a help, dear. I hope you have a fantastic day.”

She smiled, waved, and exited. Be nice to your tellers, people.

I am at an agricultural show buying food from one of the food outlets. I pay with a fifty-dollar note but only get change back from a twenty.

Me: “Excuse me, I gave you a fifty.”

Vendor: “No, you’re mistaken; it was a twenty.”

Me: “It was definitely a fifty, because I just got money out of the ATM behind me and all it gave me was fifty-dollar notes.”

Vendor: “Well, I’m positive it was a twenty.”

Me: “Okay, then, can you call someone to count your cash drawer?”

Vendor: “I don’t know who I can call?”

Me: “How about [Food Venues Manager]?”

This manager just happens to be my uncle.

Vendor: “You know what? I’m just going to take you at your word and give you the thirty dollars because I trust you.” 

A couple of days later, I mention what happened to my cousin, who also works at the venue.

Cousin: “Was this at [stall] next to the stadium?”

Me: “Yeah.”

Cousin: “Dad put me there because he noticed the takings were lower than they should have been. As soon as I walked in, I caught the woman doing just what you mentioned; she shortchanged a customer and then put the change and a couple of fifties out of the till into her pocket. When she saw that I had seen it, she threatened me with violence if I told on her, and then she told me that she was friends with [Uncle] and he would believe her over a teenage skank like me.”

Me: “And there I was thinking she had made an honest mistake.”

Cousin: “Yeah, no. I gave Dad a quick call and he turned up a couple of minutes later with the police. You should have seen her face when I called him Dad.” *Laughs* “They found about $500 in her apron pocket. I smiled at her as she was led away in cuffs.”

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I have to run some errands and I drag my college-age son along. As we are heading home, I stop by a fast food Chinese restaurant to get him food as a thank-you.

Me: “Here are twenty bucks for lunch. I don’t want to get out of the car.”

He came back with the food, the receipt, and $11.00 in change. The receipt showed that I was short by $0.76. I guess the cashier didn’t give him any coins due to the current coin shortage in the US. If it had been less than fifty cents, I would have let it slide, but I sent my son back to the restaurant to ask for a gift card for the missing $0.76.

I was surprised to see my son come back with $0.76 and not a gift card. I guess they did have coins after all.