The bookstore

Inside the bookstore, you're dismayed to see the prices on some of the texts you need for class. Three hundred dollars? For a single book? What the fuck...

You manage to find everything and make your way to the counter. The cashier has dead eyes and rings everything up without even looking at you.

"Eight hundred seventy six dollars and forty six cents," he says.

"Shit, dude. That can't be right." You're freaking out a bit; you only budgeted about $500 for books this semester.

The cashier rolls his eyes and begins thumbing through the books, checking to make sure each one rang up correctly. "Oh, you're right." He's looking at your for the first time now, smiling apologetically. "I can't believe I missed that."

Whew...

He scans it. "It's really good of you to point that out. My boss would've killed me. It's gonna be one thousand one hundred twenty and ten cents."

You realize you should have kept your goddamned mouth shut.

Knowing you don't have enough in the bank, you put away your debit card and go for credit instead. Shit.