Wednesday, March 22, 2017
CROTCHETY, CONTINUED (MY TWO CENTS)
Today I was at the Family Dollar Store and the clerk asked if I wanted to donate my "change" to a Kids Reading Program. Although that cause would touch my heart, I resented feeling coerced and refused.
Perhaps it is my imagination, but I think the clerks raise their voices so others in line can hear.
I sometimes ask, "Will I receive a receipt for tax purposes?" When they aren't dumbfounded, they will usually say it's on the receipt. I answer, "No, I would need a formal receipt!"
Once, in a drive-through, I had two cents change forthcoming. The clerk tossed the two pennies into a receptacle under the window. I said, "I want my change." She looked startled and said, "I put it in there.", pointing down toward the receptacle. I answered, "Yes, I saw that, but you didn't ask me; I want the money or get your Manager." She got into her pocket and said, "I only have a nickel." I answered, "Then make change." She asked, "You really mean that?" I replied, "Yes, I want my two cents!"