she held up the line at the post office over $1.09. she was insisting that the cashier gave her the wrong change, her german accent rising as she got more angry, her shaky hand waving the receipt in the air.
they recounted the details once, then twice, and the cashier sighed and said, “i am not trying to cheat you.” then he pointed to the numbers on the receipt. “see?”
“oh, i can’t see that,” she said. “i don’t have my glasses.”