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So I was getting some grub at DQ the other day, ordering off the combo menu thing, did the get three things for four dollars. So I go to pay to for it at the register and the cashier tells me the total, 4.28, I pull out a five, hand it to her and proceed to inform i have twenty eight cents. While I am counting out my twenty eight cents I can hear her doing some mental math out load trying to figure out how much she owes back. She comes up with the owing me sixty five cents from my five and is visibly proud of her mathletic skills. I hand her my twenty eight cents and she hands me sixty five cents, all the while I have a huge grin indicating something isn't right. She tries to rush me to wait for my food by giving me an order number and telling me to wait over there. I look at her and say "You know I get a dollar back right?" she looks at me like I am insulting her counting skills and refuses to give me my dollar. From where I am standing I can clearly see the manager and yell his name "Phil" because it is on his name tag and I find the best way to get attention is by yelling their name. So he comes over and I explain to him what happened, all the while the girl confident that I was the one who had miscounted but still I can see her going back and reworking the math on a dinky calc., manager hands me my dollar, looks at the girl and shakes his head.
I face palm.
Seriously, young people learn your ass some math skills
for some reason in my head the girl behind the counter was black...
While one would expect that from modern day fast food services I can attest that she was white as rice, not the brown kind either. She just sucked at the maths, super hardcore. I think its kind of sad that the retail industry relies on cashiers who rely on a computer to do simple addition and subtraction. People would be fucked if the system is down, essentially "A decimal point, FUCK!".
people in shops always get confused by you giving them the extra bit of change, my wife does it all the time in shops and I just stand by and laugh as I watch the person behind the till panic and start trying to work out what change to actually give
We really didn't mean to 'do a Nietzsche' as it were, and kill God, but then again, God's been dead for over three hours now, and things still seem to be going on pretty much as usual in the universe.
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You'd think someone that deals with money all day would know how to do simple math and make change.
I bought something once and the register was down, this of course caused a mass panic in the store. One girl said "where's Michelle, she's good with this math stuff."
This math stuff? If you can't add and subtract then you have no business being alive.
How many times have people like this gotten ripped off and didn't even know cause they can't count their own change.
I always try to cut down on bulk in my pockets, if I buy something that's $11 bucks I'll give them $21 to get back a ten dollar bill instead of a five and four singles... Half the time I get a funny look and some idiot says "it's only eleven dollars, you just gave me twenty one."
I worked in this record shop where the manager was a right cunt and treated the staff like shit, so we all stole from him, did wonders for my maths as I had to keep track of which transactions had been put through the tills and which hadn't and had to mentally balance the till float throughout the day, then at the end of the day skim off the money from the till
We really didn't mean to 'do a Nietzsche' as it were, and kill God, but then again, God's been dead for over three hours now, and things still seem to be going on pretty much as usual in the universe.
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Ok, ok, ok, you guys have any good face palm moments share em.
I am currently in a transitional stage (living at home) of moving, so I live with my rents. Well last night my mom decided to call my cell phone from the house phone ( why we still have these i do not know) to ask me where the handset for the house phone is at, there is only one handset for the house phone, she was using it....