Faults

Today I stopped by Salvation Army to look at furniture. The sticker on a cabinet with broken hinges reads, “Hengeses need replaced.” HENGESES??? I could accept HENGES as a misspelling, but geez. HENGESES.

Next stop was 7-Eleven for lunch. Total cost $1.58. Out of $5.00? And here’s three pennies. Then I get that blank look that I seem to get every single time I add a few pennies or nickels after they’ve already entered the amount into the register. And this lady is like FIFTY. At 50 years old, you should know how to do grade school level math. I mean, the total on the register shows that she should give me back $3.42. So just add 3 cents to that, right? Even without it written right there in front of you on the resgister screen, that’s not a hard thing to figure out in your head.

Isn’t it annoying how I always use LJ to pick on everyone else’s faults? As if I don’t have a million of them.