This is not even remotely sucky ... it was pretty funny. But only because we weren't slammed at the time.
Two young girls come in and order a drink apiece. I ask if they want a cookie or something. They ask do I mind if they see how much money they've got.
Me: "Of course not."
At which point each girl, looking identically sheepish, pulls two handfuls of coins out their pockets.
Nickles, dimes, quarters ...
And the total of their bill was $11 and change.
Thankfully, as I said, we weren't slammed. There was one, maybe two, customers behind the girls.
"Here," I said, "Why don't you guys go over to one of the tables and count that. I'll ring you out later."
I took care of the other two customers and then the girls started coming back. "Here's one dollar" ... pushing some nickels and dimes across the counter ... "And here's two ... three ..." More nickels and dimes and a few groups of 4 quarters apiece ... oh, and ONE lonely little loonie ...
Eventually they reached their $11 and change total, and I rang out their drinks. And no, I did NOT try to count out all that change. If my till is short, they can take it out of my next paycheque, or my share of the next tip jar share-out.
As they were walking over to pick up their drinks, one of the girls (still a bit embarrassed) said, "Well, you can always use change ..."
"Yep," I said. "Next time somebody tries to pay for a coffee with a $50 bill ... I'm gonna hand AAAALLLLLL this back to them." (I'd had TWO people pay for their purchases with $50 bills today ... c'mon, people, GO TO A BANK ...)
They laughed, took their drinks, and left.
Two young girls come in and order a drink apiece. I ask if they want a cookie or something. They ask do I mind if they see how much money they've got.
Me: "Of course not."
At which point each girl, looking identically sheepish, pulls two handfuls of coins out their pockets.
Nickles, dimes, quarters ...
And the total of their bill was $11 and change.
Thankfully, as I said, we weren't slammed. There was one, maybe two, customers behind the girls.
"Here," I said, "Why don't you guys go over to one of the tables and count that. I'll ring you out later."
I took care of the other two customers and then the girls started coming back. "Here's one dollar" ... pushing some nickels and dimes across the counter ... "And here's two ... three ..." More nickels and dimes and a few groups of 4 quarters apiece ... oh, and ONE lonely little loonie ...
Eventually they reached their $11 and change total, and I rang out their drinks. And no, I did NOT try to count out all that change. If my till is short, they can take it out of my next paycheque, or my share of the next tip jar share-out.
As they were walking over to pick up their drinks, one of the girls (still a bit embarrassed) said, "Well, you can always use change ..."
"Yep," I said. "Next time somebody tries to pay for a coffee with a $50 bill ... I'm gonna hand AAAALLLLLL this back to them." (I'd had TWO people pay for their purchases with $50 bills today ... c'mon, people, GO TO A BANK ...)
They laughed, took their drinks, and left.
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