Earlier this evening I was at Target picking up some toiletries and other stuff. Only three checkout lanes were open and the lines were longer than necessary, considering a lot of staff members were just walking around and the cashiers actually working looked very stressed. When I got up to the front of the line to pay (my total was $30.62 and I payed $31) the cashier neglected to give me my change. Sure it was only 38 cents but you never know when you’re going to need it. I told her that I would like my change and, instead of giving it to me right away, she shot me a dirty look and said, “It’s under one dollar; do you really need it?” RUDE! I shot her my fakest smile and said, “Yes, I do. Can I get my change, please?!” Of course, she glared me down and practically threw the quarter, nickle, and penny into my open hand. Believe me, I was more than irritated as I walked out.
As I headed to my car I noticed a bum sitting on the bench out front. He had a home-made (err, street-made?) sign that said “HUNGRY & BROKE =(” I know that he may have been bluffing as most bums are, but I immediately had a terrible feelingin my gut. It was worse than anger. I couldn’t take it. I gave that bum the 38 cents that I had just argued for. As I walked to my car I felt better knowing that I had helped that man out, even if he would just waste it on drugs or booze.
So BOO TO YOU bitchy-target-cashier-lady. That spare change went to (hopefully) something good!