Decided to get some breakfast at my favorite place – House of Pies on Kirby. Get there, line of cars waiting to get in. Packed inside and people waiting to be seated. No parking spots. So, I move on. Go to Jack in the Box for sausage, egg and cheese biscuits. Yes, biscuits and I know. Enough calories to kill a moose. But I’m not a moose, at least not yet.
I place my order and here is my conversation with the Cashier. BTW, their registers don’t show the amount when the order is rung up.
I give her $4.50
She put’s it in the drawer, closes it and starts walking away.
Me: “That was $4.50.”
Cashier: “I know.”
There’s a pause where we stare at each other, pondering the situation.
Finally, Cashier: “It was $4.74.”
I look at the receipt, sure enough it was $4.74.
Me, as I dig for more money: “Oh, I thought you said $4.34.”
Cashier: “That’s ok.”
and walks off.
As I’m leaving . . . But let me set the scene, first. There is a line of cars encircling the restaurants waiting at the drive thru. The restaurant has windows around three sides and it is apparent that there are people sitting inside eating. I am waling out with a Jack in the Box sack.
Guy walking past me, heading towards the front door goes:
“Are they open?”