My restaurant cashier story: My friend’s and my meal were combined on the same ticket. I asked the young cashier with facial hardware to split the charges. She punched around for several minutes on a calculator while I and my friend traded smirks until she finally announced that the calculator was “broken”. She left and brought back her manager to do the heavy lifting for her.
I stopped at a fast food joint in the middle of WY one time and gave the lady my cash. The burgers for the family were off the dollar menu and I don’t think there was sales tax, but whatever it was, the bill was dirt simple to figure in your head. Instead of the $8.00, she asked for $3. I said no, 8 burgers at $1 each is $8. She got the confused look and then bucked it up and demanded $3.00. I tried once more and then saw the line had formed behind me. A guy in line said, give her $3, maybe we’ll all get a good deal today. What the heck.
I had my toddler son in a local store one summer and a mountain storm was booming away up in the hills. Right before I paid, the power went out. The two young clerks had just graduated high school that week and were talking about the ceremony. One said the credit and debit card machine was down, no power. I paid cash. Both of them stared at the wad of bills with no register to figure change. It was a ten minute ordeal that I refused to help in as I watched them struggle with making change. Right then and there I made the final decision to homeschool and have never looked back.