Yesterday this punk comes in wanting to buy cigarettes. After carding him, I ring up his smokes and the total comes to $4.25.
He pulls out a wad of bills and grabs $5 from it. He starts looking in our penny trays.
Punk (to me): You got a quarter?
Me: Uhh, no.
So he turns around to the customer behind him.
Punk: You got a quarter?
Unsuspecting customer: Uhh, no.
So he sighs really loud, and throws his $5 bill at me.
Really, asshole? You wanted someone to give you a quarter so you wouldn't get 75 cents back?
I'd understand if his total was $4.01 or something, but it wasn't. It was 25 cents. Is that how he got the wad of bills? From asking people for quarters everywhere he went?
So, this time I did two things. I gave him the crappiest money in the drawer because he pissed me off, and then when handing it back to him, I dropped it all on the counter "by accident", which caused it to roll away and fall on the floor.
I could only hope that by bending over to pick up his change, the hair on his balls got caught in his tighty whiteys and gave him a little pinch.
I'm seriously all for robots replacing the human race.