Getting Change
I was at the drugstore and noticed a young male cashier obviously staring at the pretty girl in front of me. Her total came to $16.42, and after handing over a $100 bill, she waited for change.
He examined the bill closelyl, then reached in the drawer and pull out her change. “Here you go,” said the cashier, smiling as he returned the proper amount and then said “Have a great day!”
Now I placed my items on the counter. The tally was $32.79, and I too gave the cashier a $100 bill. “I’m sorry, sir. We can’t accept anything larger than a fifty,” he told me, pointing to a sign stating store policy.
“But you just accepted that last girl’s hundred,” I reasoned.
“I had to,” he said. “It had her phone number on it.”
