I had to pick up a few things at the grocery store today. The sun was shining, I was without children and gosh darn it, it felt great.
20 minutes all to myself and I spent it inside Save-On-Foods. Who needs beer when you live life like I do.
The bill came to $10.34. I handed the cashier a ten dollar bill and 35 cents. She took the money and put it inside the till.
Then she asked me if I wanted my change.
She apparently doesn't read my blog.
I'll be honest with you. Although I razzed my dear husband about not wanting those two pennies back at MickyD's, I honestly didn't know what I would have said.
I found out today.
I told the cashier I wanted my penny.
Let me just pause while that sinks in.
Yes. I said YES I wanted my dang penny, thankyouverymuch, took that penny and put it in my change purse. It was pure instinct. No hesitation. And with witnesses present. It's not like I was in the drive thu. I publicly announced to the entire quick serve 15 items or less line that yes, Scottish blood runs through my veins and I wanted a solitary penny.
But dang it, a person's got to have principles. right? If I had paid by debit card, she wouldn't have asked if she should just round up my total to $10.35, right?
They're not gonna start doing that, right? 'Cause I can't take the humiliation.
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