“May I have an extra twenty?” said Mr. H. to the Walmart cashier who’d just checked him out.
“Yes, Sir, here you go,” the cashier said as he handed Mr. H. a twenty dollar bill and slammed the cash drawer.
“But I wanted a ten and two fives,” Mr. H. explained.
“Too late,” said the young man. “I can’t reopen the cash drawer. You’ll have to go to the Money Center.”
So off to the Money Center went Mr. H.
“Can you give me a ten and two fives for this twenty?” he asked, explaining that the cashier closed the drawer and couldn’t reopen it.
“Sorry, Sir. I can’t open my cash drawer either,” said the young lady. “Try Customer Service.”
“Okay, thanks,” said Mr. H. and headed for Customer Service.
“Hi there, what can I do for you?” said a pleasant young lady.
“I need a ten and two fives for this twenty; can you do it?”
“Sure can,” she answered, opening her cash drawer.
“Oops!” she said. “I don’t have any tens. Would you take four fives?”
“Yes, that’ll be fine,” said Mr H. glad to have the matter settled at last.
“Uh-O! I only have three fives. Would you take five ones?”
“Sure,” chuckled Mr. H.
And then, with a little chuckle of her own, the woman said, “Oh, my! I only have three ones.” To which Mr. H. quickly replied, “No, I won’t take eight quarters!”
With a little assistance from another employee, the woman finally got the cash she needed and handed Mr. H. the four fives for which he'd been waiting.
When he told me about this, I laughed and shook my head in disbelief.
“You don’t believe me?” he said. “I couldn’t make up a story like that if I tried.”