...and fails due to cashier WIN.
Mrs. Shirts and I took Little Shirts on his first camping trip this weekend. We all had a pretty good time in an Oregon state park famous for its waterfalls.
We took a hike on our full day there, and to get to the trailhead, we passed through the main visitors' area. I saw a burly guy (buzzed hair, basketball shorts, sandals, T-shirt with sleeves apparently ripped off) approach a snack stand / information booth. As we got closer, I could hear parts of the conversation. It seemed he needed change for something. This is what I heard:
Burly Guy (loudly but cheerfully): No ones?
Girl in Information Booth (happy and smiling): Sorry, not this early in the day. How about four fives?
-- Now I've figured that he's trading a twenty-dollar-bill for something smaller. --
BG (trying to make a joke): How about five fives?
GIIB (playing along, chucking): You wish! I can do four fives, though.
BG: Mmmm... how about four tens?
GIIB: Okay, sure.
BG: Really?
GIIB: Yeah, if you've got another twenty.
BG: Nah, I just wanna change this one.
GIIB: You want the four fives, then?
BG (still joking): How about a ten and three fives?
GIIB (still laughing along): Sorry, this annoying thing called "Math" won't let me do that.
BG: Oh. Well, just make it three tens, then, and we'll be good.
GIIB: I think you'd like the four fives better.
BG (sudden switch to angry, redfaced shouting): FINE! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!
-- Burly Guy slaps his twenty on the counter in front of the window, snatches the four five-dollar bills out of Girl's hand, and stomps back to his truck. --
BG (over his shoulder, still shouting): DON'T HAVE TO BE SUCH A STUCK UP LITTLE *vulgar anatomical reference* ABOUT IT!
GIIB (blinks, then pleasantly): Okay! Have a nice time in the park! Come back when you're in a better mood!
Me:
Mrs. Shirts and I took Little Shirts on his first camping trip this weekend. We all had a pretty good time in an Oregon state park famous for its waterfalls.
We took a hike on our full day there, and to get to the trailhead, we passed through the main visitors' area. I saw a burly guy (buzzed hair, basketball shorts, sandals, T-shirt with sleeves apparently ripped off) approach a snack stand / information booth. As we got closer, I could hear parts of the conversation. It seemed he needed change for something. This is what I heard:
Burly Guy (loudly but cheerfully): No ones?
Girl in Information Booth (happy and smiling): Sorry, not this early in the day. How about four fives?
-- Now I've figured that he's trading a twenty-dollar-bill for something smaller. --
BG (trying to make a joke): How about five fives?
GIIB (playing along, chucking): You wish! I can do four fives, though.
BG: Mmmm... how about four tens?
GIIB: Okay, sure.
BG: Really?
GIIB: Yeah, if you've got another twenty.
BG: Nah, I just wanna change this one.
GIIB: You want the four fives, then?
BG (still joking): How about a ten and three fives?
GIIB (still laughing along): Sorry, this annoying thing called "Math" won't let me do that.
BG: Oh. Well, just make it three tens, then, and we'll be good.
GIIB: I think you'd like the four fives better.
BG (sudden switch to angry, redfaced shouting): FINE! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!
-- Burly Guy slaps his twenty on the counter in front of the window, snatches the four five-dollar bills out of Girl's hand, and stomps back to his truck. --
BG (over his shoulder, still shouting): DON'T HAVE TO BE SUCH A STUCK UP LITTLE *vulgar anatomical reference* ABOUT IT!
GIIB (blinks, then pleasantly): Okay! Have a nice time in the park! Come back when you're in a better mood!
Me:




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