rae, you keep me "coming coming coming" back for more.

a conversation with a customer:

guy: can i have change for a hundred (holds up $100 bill)?
emily: (assuming he is checking before he orders something) yep, what do you want?
guy: (looking confused) twenties?
emily: (thinking oh god) oh. well i can't give you change unless you buy something, the best way to break a $100 is to go to the cashier's.
guy: (crossing the line between normal and asshole) you mean i have to walk all the way over there?

-for those of you who don't know, the distance from the tim hortons to the cashier's office (which is in the same building) is like, maybe, a less than 10 second walk.

emily: (crossing her line between normal and asshole) look, i'm going to need that change for later. so unless you're going to buy something, you can walk a block that way and try your luck.

the kicker is that by the time i had finished telling my supe about what had just happened, he had already finished breaking his $100 at the cashier's. that fucker.