I visited a local Rushville store last week.
As my purchases were small, I decided to use cash rather than the usual check.
My small total came to $4.77. Having accumulated a lot of pocket change, I elected to pay the 77 cents in small change.
I duly laid out on the check-out counter the following: Two quarters, two nickels, one dime and seven pennies. (As well as four one dollar bills, of course.)
The young woman check-out person kept pointing at the various coins I had laid out, obviously attempting to verify that I had indeed presented the required 77 cents. I noticed a blank look in her eyes.
I gently asked her, “Do you have trouble counting?”
She replied, “Yes, I feel like my head is just full of cotton. It’s been a long day.”
I thought, but didn’t say, “Well, hon, you wouldn’t have been capable of counting money when your day started, either.”
This is undoubtedly a low-paying job, but one must still wonder what kind of hiring tests are given by this local and important business.
Sometimes I worry about things and stuff.