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Today at a drugstore, I was buying something that only cost a few dollars. (The exact amount is unimportant, but less than $15.) The only cash I had on hand was a crisp new $100 bill. I have so much hate for those damn things...
Anyway, yes, I had a number of other ways to pay available to me (2 bank cards, a credit card, & my checkbook)... but dammit, I wanted that hundred out of my wallet. So I told the cashier I had a card, but asked her if she would be able to take the hundred.
I swear to god, you'd think Mr. Universe had just proposed to her. Her face lit up and she grinned ear to ear. Yes, she had change, and she thanked me for asking first. Thanked me twice, actually.
(I've had passengers try to pay me with a hundred when the fare is significantly lower. Company rules: drivers carry $10 in change, the end. My standard response: "I don't have change for that. We can go to a bank, with the meter still running, or you can give me one hell of a tip. Your choice.")
Anyway, yes, I had a number of other ways to pay available to me (2 bank cards, a credit card, & my checkbook)... but dammit, I wanted that hundred out of my wallet. So I told the cashier I had a card, but asked her if she would be able to take the hundred.
I swear to god, you'd think Mr. Universe had just proposed to her. Her face lit up and she grinned ear to ear. Yes, she had change, and she thanked me for asking first. Thanked me twice, actually.
(I've had passengers try to pay me with a hundred when the fare is significantly lower. Company rules: drivers carry $10 in change, the end. My standard response: "I don't have change for that. We can go to a bank, with the meter still running, or you can give me one hell of a tip. Your choice.")