Random Thoughts and Rants from an Everyday Saxophonist
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Cashiers Say the Darnedest Things
I had to make a late-night run for some drain cleaner last night, and the cashier was in a jovial mood...
CASHIER: Alright--that'll be 464 pennies. ME: I bet you'd love it if I actually paid you that way. CASHIER: Ah, I wouldn't care; I get paid by the minute, and I'd have to count each of 'em slowly and carefully.
He then regaled me with a long-but-funny story about an old buddy of
his who ended up with a $4000-something tax bill, and--after multiple
trips to the bank over a week or so--paid his accountant the entire
amount in pennies. The guy, the cashier and a few other friends
evidently had a grand old time sitting around, drinking beer and
unrolling the pennies to stuff them in more than a few gunnysacks.