Today while working at the mini mart an old man came into the store. He’s a regular and hasn’t been caught stealing, misbehaving, or anything bad that would cause him to get kicked out of the store. He asks me, “What’s your cheapest pack of cigarettes?” I tell him that he would probably like the Camel 99’s and hand it to him. “$4.80 please,” I said to him. “How’s your day going?” he asks me. “Oh I just started work so it’s going pretty good right now!” I replied to him. “Well, right on! I’m having a pretty good day myself.” He then hands me a hundred dollar bill. I proceed to giving him his change ($95.20) until I realized that he didn’t give me a hundred dollar bill. Instead, he paid with an old twenty bill and I have mistaken it for a hundred. I have been sick for three straight days (cold/fever/headache/body fatigue) and I felt obligated to work today for my mom since I already had two days off of work. I wasn’t fully recovered so I still had a hard time concentrating since I was still very sick. Realizing my mistake, I asked the customer that I had mistaken his twenty dollar bill for a hundred. He replies with a smirk on his face, “No, I gave you a hundred! I’m not crazy.. Hahah.” All I could think of at that moment was, “Oh, if anything, I should trust the customer,” and let him pack up his belongings, collect his change, and walk out the door.
I open up the cash register to find that he did indeed pay with a twenty. I immediately tell my mom what had happened and saw her disappointed face. We replay the cameras to find that I was right all along.
I’m more mad at myself than with the customer because I trust people too easily. This really did show me that I can’t trust anyone. If anything, people need to earn my trust.