Thursday, April 14, 2011

My Two Cents

I went through the drive-through at Whataburger this morning as I usually do before work for my caffeine fix of the day. The total was $2.26. I gave the lady at the window two dollars bills and three dimes. Instead of four cents change, she gave me two pennies and walked away from the window.

Now I don't meant to complain about two pennies. It's really not that big of a deal. But then I got to thinking about how many times she has stiffed me one or two "cents" in the past. I really should be writing this down because it has happened several times.

Then in my head I am thinking, "Can she just not count? Is she in such a hurry and it being so early in the morning, is she just not thinking? Or could it be a conspiracy? Like the 99 cent store I take my grandmother to: It says ".99" on the screen when an item rings up and then out to the side under "total" it reads "$1.00." Think of how much all of those pennies add up to. Remember how much money we raised in elementary school by collecting a "mile of pennies"? It was a bundle. Call me cheap, but I think I will start keeping track and then when my total becomes substantial I will request my hefty refund.

How many of you would have said something to the Whataburger lady about it? How many of you would not for fear of looking too cheap and petty?

1 comment:

  1. I'd probably be to scared to ask for my pennies. There was once that I lost about a hundred dollars because I didn't want to argue with a hospital in Spanish/incomplete English (my Spanish was extremely limmited).