A very friendly woman has just paid for her $18 concession order with a crisp, brand-new $20 bill. About ten minutes later, she storms up to me, absolutely furious.
Customer: “Give me my $20 right now!”
Me: “Pardon?”
Customer: “I’m missing a $20 bill from my wallet! I must have given it to you! Give me $20 out of your register RIGHT NOW!”
Me: “I apologize if I didn’t give you the proper change back. Unfortunately, I can’t just give you $20 out of my register and risk being short $20 at the end of the night. But if you’d like, I can have a manager come out and check the sales on my register and the cash in my drawer. If you did accidentally give me an extra $20 bill, it should show up as a discrepancy and I’ll be able to return it to you immediately. It’s been a very slow day, so it shouldn’t take more than five minutes for them to check. If you want to give me your seat number, I can even come find you and let you know if we have your $20, and return it if that’s the case.”
Customer: “That’s not good enough! I want $20 right this instant!”
Me: “Again, ma’am, I cannot just simply give you $20 from my register and risk being short $20 at the end of the night just because you asked me to. But I can have a manager come out, check the register, and resolve the situation.”
Customer: *Bellowing* “I WANT MY $20!”
The screaming alerts my managers, who come out and try to address the woman.
Customer: *Pointing to me* “I want that f****** thief fired! He stole $20 from me! He probably pocketed it!”
Figuring it might defuse the situation, I pull out my pockets and then open my wallet in front of the woman at her insistence. Thank God I only have about $5 in singles in there. Regardless, she continues to scream that I’m a thief until the managers threaten to have her kicked out for causing a scene. We finally calm down the woman, and my manager counts my drawer as I suggested in the first place.
Manager: “Ma’am, there is an extra $20 on record in this register…”
Customer: “I knew it!”
Manager: “But I think we’ve found the problem. Did you just go to the bank?”
Customer: “Um… yes?”
Manager: “Did they give you new $20 bills?”
Customer: “Yes?”
My manager holds up what looks like a single, crisp, brand-new $20 bill. He then rubs his fingers against it, and the bill splits into two $20s.
Manager: “Yeah, right here. There are two brand-new $20s. They looked like one because they were perfectly stuck together. You probably grabbed it thinking it was one $20, and my cashier didn’t notice it, either. Here’s your $20.”
He hands the extra $20 to the customer.
Customer: “Um… thanks. That makes sense, I guess.”
She immediately turns and looks at me with a sour face.
Customer: “I still think you were trying to steal it, you little thief! You should be fired and arrested!”
She finally turned and walked toward her theater.