This is literally one of only a handful of times I've used cash there — like, ever.
Go figure. Two nights earlier, same cashier, the woman ahead of me bought a box of chocolates. It rang up at $5.44. She reaches into her change purse and only has a $5 bill, a dime and a few pennies. She starts to get flustered and tells the cashier she'll have to go out to her car. I told the woman that I'd put her chocolates on my card and she could just give me the $5.
"That was nice of you," the cashier said.
Yeah, it was, bitch. But go ahead and give me 99 cents back and then try to break up the awkwardness with your stupid, "Oh, that celery smells good" comment.
