Thanks and Have a Nice Day
Ann Whitehurst

This is something that I've wanted to write about for a long time because it pisses me off almost every time. Well, maybe "pissed off" is a little harsh, but anyway... Perhaps some of you can identify with this situation:

You're standing at the checkout counter at the grocery store or wherever and the cashier hands you your change and receipt. Don't you just need a freaking minute to open up your wallet and neatly place your change in it without being made to feel like you're not doing it fast enough? It seems like the next person in line is always on my ass trying to crowd me out of the space, taking over the little check-writing counter, while I'm trying to put the dollar bills neatly where they belong and the cashier is already asking them how they are doing today. I prefer not to walk out of the store with a handful of loose bills. And I prefer not to cram them into my pocket or the bottom of my purse because I would forget about them.

In the big scheme of things, this is very insignificant. But it's just one of those things that really bugs me.