Yaeh, I'm happy to step away from the register while I get my money together, but that's way easier with coins first.

ION, someone just said to the dean's assistant, "We're from the government, and we're here to help," and she didn't laugh.

When I worked retail, I was trained to count the change back, so starting with the coins was the only thing you could do. It is very sensible.

I HATE the bill hammock.

I also hate people who stand by the card slider/cart area and rearrange their pocketbook completely, tidying their hair and itemizing tax deductions after they are rung out, preventing me from moving my cart forward and filling it and/or sliding my card.

It isn't so much that I have big important places to be and my time is infinitely more valuable or anything. @@

I think what sets me off is the blatant lack of awareness that someone other than themselves exists. Or at least, that's how I interpret it. I apparently like being hacked over that issue so I probably see it more than it actually exists.

I hear what you're saying, sarameg. The thing I hate is when I'm handed bags, a receipt, bills, and coins and there's some ass behind me who won't let me have 1 second to put some stuff away. Sometimes the ass is behind the counter.

Yeah, that annoys me too. I give pass for the initial fumble. It's just the dawdlers who are doing SO MUCH MORE that get me. Stuff it and run, people!

This is why I step to the side! So simple. I can then neurotically re-order my money, and the next person can get to the register.

Or the people who pull their carts after them into the register line, empty the cart, pay for the stuff--and leave the cart in the aisle as they stroll away!

Does anyone prefer to get their change back in a bill-hammock? You know when the person at the register piles the change onto the bills and holds the bill by the two short edges?

I think this is to limit hand contact with customers, and (presumably) cut down on germ transfer.

Nope, they had him carting heavy furniture around all afternoon.

Almanzo's friends are just the tiniest wee bit LOSERS. I roll my eyes forever at them.

I think what sets me off is the blatant lack of awareness that someone other than themselves exists.

I will see you the card slider/cart area people and raise you the people who start to get on the elevator and then stand in the doorway having conversations with people outside the elevator for, like, minutes at a time. And then, if you dare to look grumpy at them, they give you a look back that says clear as words, "Look, I am wearing a white coat and you are not, and furthermore I just bet you have no letters after your name at all, so STEP OFF, puny human."

Ooooh, I hate them.

Bleah. Yesterday I was all shallow, and today I'm full of bile. I think I preferred yesterday. I choose to blame the dark cloud of Madrigal's impending departure currently hanging over the entire continent of North America. ::glares resentfully in the general direction of the Antipodes::

I think this is to limit hand contact with customers, and (presumably) cut down on germ transfer.

But the germs are on the money! Money is filthy.