Today I was in the store buying a pair of sunglasses that would fit over my glasses. I know they make prescription sunglasses, but I am too cheap to buy them and I would probably lose them anyway. I thought this was a great compromise. My children are so embarrassed by me wearing my regular sunglasses over my glasses. They make me look I’m wearing those old fashioned mad scientist’s goggles.
Anyway, I counted out cash, 29 dollars, and handed it over to the cashier. She looked at me as if I’d just given her a handful of monopoly money.
“Oh,” she said,” I don’t usually take cash.” She counted the exotic currency while I was busy shoving receipts and stuff back into my wallet that had been freed when I took out the cash.
“Are you going to pay with some cash and some on your card?” she looked confused holding the money up.
Then it was my turn to look confused.
“There’s only nine dollars here,” the poor thing says.
“Oh,” I say, “I must’ve put the twenty back with the receipts!” And I gave her the twenty.
Then, trying to be helpful, she asks, “Do you have 16 cents, so you don’t have to break a dollar?”
Why couldn’t she just have left well enough alone?
“I think so,” I say and start digging in my coin purse, being careful not to give her the stray hair that is at the bottom. I put the 16 cents on the counter and kind of edge it over to her.
She begins to count it, picking up one very shiny coin to examine.
“This is an interesting one, ” she says and holds it up for inspection.
I’m thinking this girl has got to be kidding! It’s a *!?* penny for god’s sake! Then I realize what she’s got.
“Oh, I’m sorry, that is probably an English penny,” and I go into to a rambling explanation as to why I have an English penny in my coin purse, “I was in England in June and I haven’t gotten around to giving my coins to my dad.”
The question begs to be asked. Why do I still have those coins in my purse? Why am I carrying them with American coins? This has been an accident waiting to happen all along.