So I went into Rite-Aid just a while ago for something simple. A soda, and two Gatorades. So it was simple, I walk in, head over to the beverages behind their sliding doors and leave, right? NOPE! This elderly woman raced me to the only available register. Now, I’m polite so I let her “win” this race and it might’ve been the biggest mistake I’ll make ALL week. She gets up to the register and puts her items down. At this point I’m thinking “This is normal.” WRONG! She waits for the cashier to arrive and here’s where everything that could go wrong DOES go wrong. After she’s had all of her items scanned she is given her total of $19.86, and she says “Oh, my son was born in ‘86.” and continues to talk about her son. The cashier says “That’s very nice. Your total is Nineteen dollars and Eighty-six cents.” She had to break down the total to avoid another story. Then the woman lifts her huge carrying bag, shuffles through it, and pulls out some coin purse-looking wallet and says “I think I have a coupon.” So I start thinking to myself “Does Rite-Aid even do coupons?” She whips out a coupon and it’s not even for Rite-Aid. The cashier says “That’s not for this store ma'am. Do you have the (Rite-Aid) card?” and the woman responds with “Mmmm, no.” and then proceeds to dig through her coin purse and whip out a $20 bill. The final steps to moving forward have been recognized! The cashier punches in the numbers, the drawer pops open, the change is being grabbed! I am almost free! Until… the woman says “Oh wait, I think I have 86¢.” I almost cried. So you can hear her counting out the change as she, ONCE AGAIN, shuffles through her coin purse. “25¢, 50¢, uhh 75¢…” I hear her say. She’s getting so close and I start to sweat with anticipation. “A dime. Okay, 85¢…” Everything falls silent. Even the song in the store has ended and I looked to my right and saw a guy peek out of his aisle just to see what was going on. “86¢!” My heart is pounding with joy and I cheer happily on the inside. That is until the unthinkable happened. Just as she was handing her loose change over to the cashier, she drops the penny. I’ve never in my life wanted to have a nervous breakdown over an insignificant copper coin that costs more to make that it’s actual worth of 1¢. That penny rolls. It flees. I try to stop it as it rolls past me but I’m holding three drinks and am trying not to shake the soda under my arm. I missed. It continues rolling to my right as I watch it escape, but then the penny is stomped on. Someone caught it! It was the man peeking from the aisle! He walks over and I think he winked at me, but I might’ve dreamed that part up. He hands the penny to the cashier, the cashier shoves the woman’s items into a single bag and dabs at the woman. (She didn’t dab. I think she was wiping her sweat, but it looked cool.) The lady was gone! I paid for my drinks, grabbed some candy to celebrate and went home! I’m done for the rest of the week! Bye-bye everyone!
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