tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376489746546036959.post1857189013878760281..comments2008-07-30T00:30:37.382-03:00TropicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01219737746108791848noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376489746546036959.post-61331461630675475392008-07-30T00:30:00.000-03:002008-07-30T00:30:00.000-03:00

I felt bad for the girl when my meal came to 4.24 and I paid with a $5 bill and .24. She stared down at the register and I thought are you kidding me. She starts to hand me $2. I just took one and then the light bulb went off above her head.

LaLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17838381945534122813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376489746546036959.post-11776369771210348872008-07-16T17:47:00.000-03:002008-07-16T17:47:00.000-03:00

And then there are the cashiers who are completely perplexed when handed 52 cents for the 42 cent drink and can't figure out that the customer wants a simple dime in return. On the other hand, sometimes the 'former-math-teacher' side of me kicks into gear and I enjoy paying a bill of $2.82 with $3.07 so that I can get a quarter in change. In that case, I confess a slight tinge of pride when the

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