I’m cashiering on a register that holds all the smokes and alcohol. It’s 10:00 pm, and two men in their early twenties come up to the counter. They have three random novelty items; it’s strange and unusual to get odd items this late at night, but maybe it is for some fraternity, I don’t know. It’s a college town, so I get weird stuff from frats a lot.
I scan the items.
Me: “Your total is $22.14.”
Grinning at each other, they reach into their jackets and slam down two-gallon Ziploc bags, full of only pennies. I stare them in the eye, but they don’t even look back at me. Everyone else in line groans and goes to other registers. These two kids know what they’re doing, but they don’t know what they’re in for because I am prepared for this; I knew this was going to inevitably happen.
I grin with them because I am gonna get paid during this no matter what happens.
Me: “Is this $22.14?”
Ringleader: “…”
Me: “Did you count it?”
Ringleader: “Nope.”
Me: “Are you going to?”
Ringleader: “Nope.”
Me: “Is it at least $22.14?”
Ringleader: “Don’t know.”
Me: “Nice.”
My coworker tries to “save” me.
Coworker: “Hey! You guys can use the self-checkout. It can take all of your coins at once.”
Me: “Oh, don’t worry about it, [Cowor]—”
Ringleader: “Nope, I don’t trust them, lady.”
His partner laughs.
Coworker: “What? Why?!”
Ringleader: “Doesn’t count all your change right.”
Coworker: “I’ve used them before. It really works!”
Me: *To [Coworker]* “I got this.”
I unpack the Ziplocs and throw all the pennies on the counter. It’s a beautiful, massive s***storm of a mess. I start digging into it; I am Frank in a dumpster in “It’s Always Sunny”. The two, still avoiding my gaze, start chuckling as if they are taking away my dignity. They whisper to each other, “Dude, oh, my God,” “Dude, yeah,” “Dude, hilarious,” etc.
I count each penny, one by one. My coworker comes up to me.
Coworker: “Guess I’ll help you count this.”
Me: “Don’t worry about it.”
She looks at me, confused. Then, she puts on her “get down to business” look.
Coworker: “I got your back.”
Me: “Oh… Okay.”
We work up a system where we count the pennies into stacks of ten, and then put them into piles of ten to make a dollar. We make progress slowly but surely. Some customers come to the line, but we advise them to try another line. Some of them look confused, but when they see the counter full of pennies, they understand. Another register in the liquor department opens, so it isn’t too bad for other customers.
We get to about $12, about ten minutes in, and then I “accidentally” knock over the piles.
Me: “Oops. Sorry.”
My coworker looks at my grin. I give her a wink and tilt my head, motioning her to leave.
Coworker: “You know what? I think I’d better let you do this.”
Me: “Ha, all right.”
My coworker leaves. I look at the two guys. They are absolutely stunned at the fallen piles of pennies.
Me: *To the ringleader* “Yeah, I’m going to have to count all of this again.”
Ringleader: “…Okay.”
I start from zero. I count slower than ever and make my way back up. The duo is entirely silent. I get to about $7.
Me: “Drats. I lost count. I’d better start all over again.”
Ringleader: “Really?”
Me: “Oh, yeah. Man…”
Ringleader: “Why?!”
Me: “I lost count, sir. I could be in trouble if my register doesn’t have the right amount of cash, and I don’t want to rip you off.”
Ringleader: “…”
It’s about half an hour later. My manager walks past and looks at me. I smile at him, he looks at the counter, and he walks away without a word.
I eventually count all the change, and surprisingly, they have only $18!
Me: “Hmm, I think that this is $18.”
The duo has been dead silent. They look done for the night.
Me: “I’ll recount it.”
I f****** recount it.
Me: “I think this is actually $19.25.”
Without a word, the ringleader whips out a $5.
Me: “Seriously? You had cash?”
Ringleader: “Needed to get rid of my change.”
Me: “No problem. I’ll just recount this again. I want to make perfectly sure that this is $19.25 since I counted $18 the first time.”
Ringleader: “Are you kidding me?”
I shook my head no, completely serious.
The ringleader took a twenty-dollar bill straight out of his pocket and threw it at me. Internally, I died because they were smart enough to have a backup plan, and the fact that he was touching his cash in his pocket the entire time kinda messed with me.
I took the cash, did the transaction, gave him his change, thanked him, and wished them a good night. The two started to put their pennies back in the Ziploc bags, and I didn’t help them at all. I watched them just as they had watched me.
Lots of pennies dropped to the floor, but they didn’t care to pick them up. It looked like their souls had been sucked out of them.
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