Man, do you guys have anything smaller?!

Stopped by the convenience store on my way to work this morning. Inside, there were three employees and zero customers. Clerk number one was behind the deli counter, messing with some rolls and chatting away with the others. Clerk number two was just slumped over the register, talking instead of actually working. Then there's the third one, obsessively shifting yogurt containers left and right in the fridge, trying to achieve some kind of dairy perfection.
I grab a pastry from the counter—the woman hands me a roll, wipes her mouth with her bare hand, then wipes that same hand on some disgusting rag—and stuffs it into a tiny little paper bag with two fingers. The grease from the pastry immediately soaks through the paper and ruins my hands.

When I finally get to the register, the woman starts aggressively scanning random items with her handheld scanner, hunting for the right code for the pastry until... "beep," she gets it.
"Four sixty-two," she says. I hand her a ten-dollar bill, and she looks at me like I’m the problem. "Ugh, seriously? Don't you have anything smaller?"

Give me a break. Seriously. You've got three women standing around picking their noses in a shop, a State Farm office a block away, five banks in the immediate area, and a newsstand right outside, yet they're giving me grief because $1.50I'm trying to pay with a $3.25...☕

I have never, ever dealt with this in any other country. I've paid with small change, and I even remember using a thousand-dollar bill back when people used those. Why is it like this here?

No change. Just venting because my blood pressure is through the roof.😛

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I knew this one woman—thankfully she’s retired now—who would tear a $33 bill to pieces just to get a nickel😠 back. Every single time. You'd see her at the corner bodega every day, and I always ended up leaving behind anything less than a quarter... well, eventually, I started waiting for the change to pile up too😳

Did you honestly think they were just going to roll over and give you a break? 😂

Just kidding—you vultures... they’ve really become impossible to deal with lately. 🥳

Jamie Newman5 said:I stopped by a convenience store on my way to work this morning. There were three employees inside and zero customers. Clerk number one was behind the deli counter, surrounded by meats and cheeses, just tossing some pastries around while chatting with the other two. Clerk number two was slumped over the register, talking instead of working, and the third was shuffling yogurts left and right in the fridge, trying to achieve some kind of dairy perfection.
I grab a pastry from the counter (the woman drops the roll, wipes her mouth with her hand, then wipes her hand on some disgusting rag) and she stuffs the pastry into a tiny little paper sleeve with two fingers, which immediately leaks grease everywhere and messes up my hands.

When I get to the register, the woman starts frantically scanning items against a barcode reader looking for the right code for the pastry and... "beep," she scans it.
"Four sixty-two," she says. I hand her a ten-dollar bill, and she actually snaps at me: "Oh my god, sir, don't you have any smaller change..?"

For crying out loud, three women are standing there picking their noses in a shop, there’s a State Farm branch 100 yards away, five banks in the immediate area, and a newsstand right next to the store, yet they’re giving me grief because $1.50 I'm trying to pay with a $3.25 ten...☕

Never, and I mean NEVER, has this happened to me in any other country. I’ve paid with small bills, and I even remember paying with a thousand-dollar bill back in the day. Why is it like this here?

No, I’m just venting because my blood pressure is through the roof.😛

If I had read this anywhere else, in any language, I would have said, 'this is typical for this part of the world.'😁
Things like this only happen here.... 🙄

I used to listen to all those ladies at my local corner store complaining about how they were constantly running low on change. One day, I decided to take matters into my own hands and brought in a whole jar full of coins. I even went the extra mile and organized everything perfectly: quarters in one bag, dimes in another, nickels in another, and so on. They were so grateful and swapped them out for me without any trouble at all. But then, just a month later, the same lady starts whining again about having no small change, and when I offered to bring her more organized coins, she actually snapped at me! She told me, "Ugh, I just don't feel like counting all that." Since that little interaction, I stopped bringing my coins to that shop entirely—now I just stick to bills and tell them I don't have any change to give. Instead, I just toss all those coins into my own little jar at home, and honestly? I’ve managed to save up a pretty decent chunk of change in just a single month.

Around here, if you don't have some loose change on you, they never give you the right amount back... it’s either too little, or just slightly off... though honestly, getting too much is pretty rare

Honestly, this stuff drives me absolutely insane. I was at this little corner bodega just the other day—you know, the one where I stop every single morning to drop off at least $3.25. So, I’m there to grab two newspapers, they’re $4.00 each, so that’s $8.00 total, right? Problem is, I didn't have any small bills on me, just a $67 in my pocket. This woman behind the counter starts snapping at me, acting all indignant because I don't have exact change. I mean, seriously? I just looked her straight in the eye and told her, "Maybe you should be the one worrying about having enough change, not me." And she loses it! Just starts getting all worked up, making this huge scene over nothing. I tried to be polite, like, "Look, just give me my money back, I'll just go somewhere else," but no way. She's stubborn as hell and insisted on giving me whatever change she could scrape together. She starts counting out these tiny coins, and now I'm stuck standing there counting them while the line of people behind me is growing by the second 😁. I finally finish counting out 220 cents worth of nickels and dimes for her—mostly tens and fives—because she realized she'd totally botched the math 😲. Then, get this, she actually has the nerve to ask *me* to give the change back to her! I was like, "Excuse me? You weren't exactly rushing to give me my 200 back earlier." I just grabbed my crumpled newspaper 🤣 and made sure to tell her point-blank that she won't be seeing me again because she's honestly just unpleasant to deal with. At the end of the day, she's down $15. I genuinely wonder how many papers she has to sell just to break even on that mistake, plus whatever I used to spend there, which was easily 300-$117 a month.

I was trying to buy a shirt, but I didn't have any change. Some woman actually sent me off to find some coins—as if I were some big-shot celebrity or something. I'm just a regular kid, I guess...🙂 I checked every single newsstand in Indianapolis, but nobody would help. Ended up having to buy a magazine just to get the change. If I hadn't been so set on that shirt, I probably would've just given up.

Dana Vaughn3 said:I was trying to grab a t-shirt, but I didn't have any change on me. Naturally, some woman decides to send me on an errand for small bills—as if I’m some local celebrity or some important socialite? Please, I'm just a regular kid. 🙂 I hit up every single newsstand and convenience store in Indianapolis, but nobody would break a bill for me. I ended up having to buy a magazine just to get the change. Honestly, if I hadn't been so dead set on that shirt, I would have just walked away.

🤣🤣🤣

Who forced you to do it? 🤣🙏

Off-topic, but since we're talking about lazy staff who can't seem to fulfill basic orders...
A friend and I ordered lemonades at a cafe in the Mall of America, and the waiter tells us—get this—"Sure, but you'll have to wait "15 to 30 minutes" because making lemonade takes that long."👎 If that’s actually true, isn't he embarrassed telling customers that right to their faces?😲 That's just a great way to drive people away.
When he finally brought them over, they were watered down to nothing ( 😠 ). My friend offered to pay with a $17 bill, but he claimed he didn't have any change. Despite being surrounded by shops, he actually had the nerve to ask me if I had👎
It wasn't about the money. But when a customer offers to cover for her friend, how does he think it looks to turn around and ask *me* for change? He could have easily walked five feet to the shop next door to break a bill. It's just unprofessional.

Jamie Newman5 said:I stopped by a convenience store on my way to work this morning. There were three employees inside and zero customers. Employee number one was behind the deli counter with the meats and cheeses, just tossing some rolls around while chatting with the other two. Employee number two was leaning heavily on the register, talking away without doing a lick of work. The third one was just shuffling yogurt containers left and right in the fridge, trying to make the dairy aisle look "perfect."

Exactly! We should probably ban retail workers from talking to each other altogether. They should just stand perfectly still, waiting for customers to arrive. And of course, they need to maintain a mandatory smile at all times.
They also need to be constantly busy, even when there isn't a single soul in the shop. 🙏

Jamie Newman5 said:So I grab a pastry from the counter. The woman lets go of the roll, wipes her mouth with her hand, then wipes her hand on some gross rag. Then she stuffs the pastry into a tiny little paper bag with two fingers, and the grease immediately soaks through the paper and messes up my hands.

They don't even have time to sit down and eat, so they just grab something on the go. But we should probably ban that too! Otherwise, some sensitive person might get offended by the fact that employees actually need to eat sometimes. 🙏
The grease soaked through the paper? Give me a break. It's a greasy pastry! 🤣

Jamie Newman5 said:I get to the register, and the woman starts scanning random items looking for the barcode for the pastry... then "beep," she scans it.
"That'll be four sixty-six," she says. I hand her a ten-dollar bill, and she looks at me like, "Oh my gosh, don't you have any smaller change?"

Some people are just incredibly easy to irritate. 🙏
Maybe it's because you don't have any real problems in your life? 🤷

It’s just my luck when I’m paying for $67 gas with a $333 bill... and the guy almost always tells me he doesn't have any change back!!! 😕

Like, seriously?? A single gas station does more business in a day than I make in an entire year!!!
And I hit up the same station every single time, yet somehow every other trip this guy claims he's broke, and every time he says that, I’m handing him $333!!! 😁 😁

Then he spends like twenty-five minutes checking if the bill is actually real!!! 😁 😁 😁 I’m literally dying laughing over here...
WHAT A GUY!!! 🙏🙏