Cash Makes me Cringe
When The Debit Card Machine Breaks
Thank you everyone for playing along with “I verbed a noun because random phrase.” Your answers made me smile.
Today several colleagues, Treva, and I took advantage of McDonald’s free Southwestern Style chicken sandwich deal for lunch. The McDonalds near work is not well known for swift execution of the “fast” part of fast food, but as Momtobe accurately pointed out, “they are always polite.”
As we were walking over Momtobe, leaving the restaurant and heading toward the bank, stopped us and asked if we had cash since the debit card machines weren’t working. After assuring her we were covered and a moment of me trying to figure out why they let it go three days without fixing it (I don’t really eat there all the time) we headed in.
After placing our orders for the McChikFilet I had what might be described as a “Here’s Your Sign” moment, but I still don’t know which one of us gets the sign. The clerk handed me a stack of bills and we had the following conversation:
Me: Thanks. What are you handing me?
Clerk: Your change Sir.
Me (kind of stunned): What specific denominations of bills are you handing me?
Clerk: Uh, oh, they’re all ones.
Me: Eleven dollars in ones?
Clerk: Yes, Sir.
Me: Excellent! more offerings to keep the nap preventing machine of cafeen dispensing goodness happy.
Honestly now. I realize that my question was slightly vague, but it has never, until this point, failed to elicit the answer I was looking for. I guess I now know to be more specific.