I readied my coins (the French love exact change), but the higher, standard price appeared when the cashier rang it up.
I dig into my purse for some extra coins, then say as I hand them over, “It’s not a big deal, but I thought that was on sale.”
Instead of being annoyed, the cashier smiles and studies the receipt.
The woman behind me is not smiling, however. She’s throwing daggers with her eyes. “35 cents?” she asks, not even pretending to mask her disdain.
She reaches her hand out, jiggling some coins impatiently at me.
I shake my head no.
“You’re right,” the cashier is saying. “Let me just figure out how to change it.”
The woman behind me groans in disgust and jiggles her hand at me again. “Just take it. I don’t care.”
My French fails again, as shame starts to creep into me. It’s not just about the dang 35 cents, lady! I don’t want your money!