I swear people come in on the weekends just to piss me off.
This past Sunday, while I was standing at the cash register angry that I was probably the only person awake at that time, a man came in.
"Do you take Canadian quarters?" he asked.
"No," I said and went back to filling the cigarettes.
"Could I ask why not?" he said, wanting to start an argument.
I sighed inwardly. Why do people like this have to come in and start shit? I'm not in the fucking mood asshole.
"I don't have to take any money I don't want to. That includes ripped bills, bills with blood on them, and Canadian money," I said.
"Well why not Canadian? Right now the Canadian quarter is worth more than the American quarter," he said, staring blankly at me.
"Because no one wants Canadian money back as change. Whenever I give it out, customers bring it back to me and ask for American quarters," I said while starting to get REALLY annoyed. "GO AWAY!" was what I wanted to scream.
"Huh," was all he said. "Well I guess it's good that I brought my American quarters. Give me a pack of cigars. It's still not right though that you won't take Canadian quarters." I wanted to slap him.
After I rang him up, he said "So what am I supposed to do with all these Canadian quarters I have? Give them to the homeless?"
"I don't think even the homeless would want them. Have a nice day," I said as I turned my back on him and went back to stocking.
Am I the only cashier that refuses to take Canadian money when I notice it? I could care less about it, but like I said, other customers bitch about it if I hand back Canadian money to them. So to eliminate people getting mad at me, I just refuse to take it in the first place.