A Quarter

Yesterday, I went down to the local coffee shop. When I walked in the door, I realized that I was a quarter short. But most times I tip a buck even if I only spend 5 dollars. I figure that the barista can pay my shortage.

Well, wouldn’t you know it, the barista is a rookie. He rings it up and tells me I am short a quarter. I suggested that he take 25 cents out of the tip jar.

He looks at me as if to say, “You’re kidding me, right?” Then Ryan shows up. The rookie explains the circumstances to him. Ryan grasps the situation immediately, reaches into the tip jar, pulls out a quarter, and without a word gives the rookie a lesson.

Next time I will make sure that I have enough change.


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