As an alternative to the knock-down, drag-out candidate diaries, I thought I’d share the details of an argument I had with my spouse yesterday. Hey, it couldn’t be any worse, right?
We were at the drive-thru window at Taco Bell, when I reached into my wallet to hand over the $20 bill I had taken as cash back at the grocery store the previous evening. The young man at the window then proceeded to count me change for a $50. My husband shifted nervously as I protested vigorously, knowing there was no way I had mistakenly given him $50. I can’t even remember the last time I handled a fifty-dollar bill. A less-honest youth might have said, "Sure lady, here’s the change for a $20" and pocketed the difference. Instead, he conferred with his manager and then came back and explained that his drawer had just been counted, and I had in fact given him a fifty dollar bill. And he gave me my change. The only explanation possible, since I almost never carry cash, is that the Safeway checker had given me a $50 instead of a $20. I dug in my purse for my receipt just to make sure I hadn’t actually keyed in $50 cash back without realizing it. But no, it said $20. The Safeway checker had goofed. And then the argument began.
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