She punches a few buttons on the cash register and then said, "That'll be four twenty-three." So then he gives her a five-dollar bill. Then she punches a few more buttons and the drawer opens up. I said, "I think I have 23 cents..." I dig around in my pocket and manage to come up with a quarter and three Lincoln cents. I handed those to her.
Goddamn it angus, only house fraus with lil change purses dig for 23 cents and totally f**k up the lives of everyone in line behind them because they can't just take the change the cashier gives them. It's like their purses would be set ablaze if they got change back. I just want to say
"here's a f****ing dollar just let the bitch get out of here so I can check out."Your man card is history!!!!!!!!!!!!!