My entire adult life, I have left behind pennies and nickels at the register. It's not uncommon for me to leave behind dimes, and in rare moments of generosity I'll contribute a quarter to the cause. "Thanks," I'll tell the cashier, before I walk out the door without taking my change. But anymore? It's all give. There's never any take. GAPTAP has turned into a tip jar, and I'm easily down $50 lifetime. I can't recall the last time I've had the opportunity to take. (I never ask, I feel it's the job of the cashier to offer.)
Anyways, I was at the gas station earlier and bought a bunch of crap. Total: $4.03. Handed the cashier a $5 bill. Then I glanced down to GAPTAP, then back at the cashier, then down to GAPTAP, then back at the cashier. This was a perfect GAPTAP opportunity, and there was about $1's worth of change in the GAPTAP—tons of pennies and also a few nickels.
"Out of $5?" the cashier says.
I reach into my pockets and couldn't produce any change.
He then proceeded to give me 97 cents.
Nine dimes. One nickel. Two pennies.
