Back in ’96 I was cashiering at the local Walmart when a couple made their way to the front of my line. I proceded to check their groceries, and gave the couple the total. The husband pulled out his wallet and counted out the exact dollar amount of his bill and handed over what turned out to be a sweat soaked wad of cash. As I was counting the money, the husband turned to his wife, evidentally asking for the change portion of their total. She then reached her hand through the neck of her shirt, into her bra and pulled out a small handful of change. Since we weren’t reprimanded for any register discrepancies of less than $5, I hit the cash button, handed over the receipt, and began checking the next customer.
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