by,,,
...giving the exact change for stuff i buy at the corner shop, holding up the queue.

Help!
(twiceydrinker hmmm is it pint time?, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:49, 5 replies)

I do that
if I'm only buying a few items. But I mentally work out how much I have to pay and get the money ready when in the queue.
(ToysForBigBoys would spread her legs for Nick Clegg., Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:55, closed)

^^
likewise, I recently did a large shop (£80+) and worked it out to within 5p, my life is now over!!
(Studentken is looking for motivation on, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 14:01, closed)

true
its the look that they give you - like a dog thats been shown a card trick...

"But it's £7.23, and you've given me £12.23, why?"

just type it into the till young man - I think you're in for a treat.
(driverchris, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 14:00, closed)

I do this without fail
if I've not got the right money. I reckon I've managed to fuck up every till-op in this backwoods town.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 14:07, closed)

so true, driverchris - but not always from the till-jockey.
Slightly off-topic; A tale from the other side of the counter:

Serving. Customer makes small purchase with £20 - no big deal. Same customer makes second small purchase with second £20 - I'm wary, but they both appear as valid as scottish currency ever does; and we all sometimes forget things, or need a bit of change. Same customer tries to make third small purchase with £20. Mental "piss-take" alarms sound. Third note has same serial as one of the first two, and while I'm discretely checking this he asks me to change a small bunch of others, most of which I can see have the same numbers.

I stall the customer, whilst I call over the (co-incidentally, older) duty manager (who earned at least twice as much as me) and discretely explain situation. Explain situation again, emphasisisng the bit about matching numbers. Patiently explain situation as simply as possible, that serial numbers should *never* match; while watching her furrow her brow in a vain attempt to understand the situation. Customer then runs away, but not before she's handed him back some of his dodgy notes. I die a little more inside.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 18:16, closed)