What A Waste Of Dime
I’m cashing a woman out. Her purchase is just over nine dollars and she gives me two five-dollar rolls of dimes as payment. I call my manager to make sure I can take them.
Manager: “You can take them, but you have to count them first.”
Me: *To the customer* “My manager says I can take them, but I have to count them.”
The customer grumbles and says something about rewards membership. I am busy counting the dimes so don’t pay attention.
Me: “I have to make sure that it actually is ten dollars of dimes.”
Customer: “Before I leave, I want an apology for wasting my time.”
Me: “I’m sorry.”
What I wanted to say was, “What the f***, lady? I owe you an apology for wasting your time when you hand me ten dollars’ worth of dimes knowing whoever got it would have to count it?”
