So, Damsel and I were in the drug store to buy some stuff, just a couple of little things really. When we got to the register, the purchase came to five dollars and seventy-one cents. I put down a five-dollar bill and counted out seventy-five cents in change. After waiting a longer than would be normal delay for my four cents change, the young lady at the register announced “two dollars and four cents is your change.” There were people in line behind me and I took the change and walked to the side without saying anything.
Now, I wouldn’t normally take the small windfall, but it would have enormously confused this poor child and inconvenienced the people in line behind me. So I stuffed the change into the little collection jar for a charity.
I figured out what happened afterwards — the girl keyed seven dollars and seventy-five cents as the amount tendered and let the cash register do the math for her. Damsel says she was checking out one of the male clerks walking through the store as I counted out the change.
So a combination of poor math skills from our failing public schools and hormonal distraction got the charity a couple of extra bucks.
I pity Generation Y people as they undoubtedly will collapse under their own stupidity.