Monday
Time for change
I stopped into Marks and Sparks on the way home tonight to get some things for dinner. At the express checkout, the items came to £4.97. I handed the teller a £20 note, which were all I had in my wallet.
The cashier opens his till, inspects it, then looks at me apologetically and says, "I'm sorry: I don't have any tens. Or fives. Or two-pound coins. All I've got is pound coins."
"Wait a minute," I say, "I do have some change in my pocket. Let me see if I have enough." I reach in and pull out one coin, two, three. I count it out. I have £4.96. Precisely one penny short. I am not making this up. I look at the cashier.
"Sorry," he says.
I walked home with droopy trousers, my right pocket full to bursting with Sovs.
The cashier opens his till, inspects it, then looks at me apologetically and says, "I'm sorry: I don't have any tens. Or fives. Or two-pound coins. All I've got is pound coins."
"Wait a minute," I say, "I do have some change in my pocket. Let me see if I have enough." I reach in and pull out one coin, two, three. I count it out. I have £4.96. Precisely one penny short. I am not making this up. I look at the cashier.
"Sorry," he says.
I walked home with droopy trousers, my right pocket full to bursting with Sovs.
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