COLLEGE SENIOR YEAR.
I stopped by a corner store to buy a drink. No one was behind me at check out. The cashier looked bored to death, a little on the lanky side. He scanned my drink and the total popped up on the monitor, an amount less than a dollar. I handed him a larger bill.
“Take a penny,” he said.
So I did. I took a penny from the pile of change sitting on the counter and put it straight into the pocket of my teal wallet. I thought, Why did he tell me to take a penny? After a brief moment the cashier looked up from the register.
“Oh, I meant for me,” he said.
He gave me a half smile.
Oh. I rushed to get out of there, fumbling and apologizing all over the place and straight up dashed out of the store. He had a good laugh– at least I made his work day more memorable was what I kept telling myself. The next time I walked into the store, his face brightened with recognition. I quickly dodged into the aisles and luckily got his co-worker at check out.