Saturday morning was a rainy and cool one in my neighborhood.  It also found me on the express line of my supermarket, which just so happened to be filled with bunches of people who had their panties in tight bunches.

When I finally go to the checkout portion the cashier didn’t say what the price was exactly, but I saw that it was $13 and change, so I handed her a $20 bill.

“Sir, do you have ten cents?”  The cashier asked rather politely.

“Uhhh…no I don’t.”  I barely said as my throat was filled with the frog of the last remnants of a cold.

“Here, I have it.”  The young woman behind me in line told the cashier.

The cashier looked at the young woman holding out a dime with such a look of shock you would have thought the young woman had an arrow sticking through her head.

“Are you sure?”  The cashier asked incredulously with a cross between worry and shock on her face.

“Yeah, I am.”  The young woman said as she handed the cashier the dime, and the cashier looked at me worriedly as if I had to give an “A-OK” message via smoke signals or something of the like over the dime transfer.

“Thank you very much!”  I said graciously to the young woman who spotted me the dime.

“It’s only a dime?!?!?”  The young woman replied back in a slightly annoyed fashion.

The entire scene left me feeling quite unsure how I feel about people in this situation, part of me wanted to say that they’re nice, another part rude, and yet another part completely stupid. 

Meh, such is life.