Went to Albertson's today to trade in some rolled coin, as I had done a few weeks ago, in preparation for Rocky Horror on Saturday. My roommate has plans for a virgin friend of hers, so, I'm definitely going.
I get up to the customer service desk, and hear the worker call for a manager to get her some quarters and dimes.
To which I pipe up, "I've got some to trade in..." thinking it would save a step.
Worker says, "I'm not allowed to do that, you'll have to use the Coinstar."
And then, I did it... I used that dreadful line... *flogs self with a board* Iyeyesuh Domine! "They let me the other week." *wince*
"I can't do it."
"Okay," and left, grabbing a job magazine on the way out. Now I really have to find a BoA...
I get up to the customer service desk, and hear the worker call for a manager to get her some quarters and dimes.
To which I pipe up, "I've got some to trade in..." thinking it would save a step.
Worker says, "I'm not allowed to do that, you'll have to use the Coinstar."
And then, I did it... I used that dreadful line... *flogs self with a board* Iyeyesuh Domine! "They let me the other week." *wince*
"I can't do it."
"Okay," and left, grabbing a job magazine on the way out. Now I really have to find a BoA...


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