Ok, you guys, this is another one of my infamous personal experience threads... because this one was so crazy, I HAD to share.
So, anyway... this morning, I didn't have time for breakfast at home, so I decided to swing through the Burger King drive-thru. I ordered a sausage, egg, and cheese Croissan'Wich. My total was $2.54. I thought I had a $5 bill in my wallet, but it turns out I only had a $1 bill.
I pulled up to the window to pay. I handed the roughly 18-19 year old chickadee a $1 bill, 10 dimes, 2 quarters, and 4 pennies. She blinked a few times, looked at me, and said, "Um... I still need a dollar. Your total was $2.54."
"That's what I gave you. $2.54," I replied.
"No," she argued, "you gave one ONE dollar, 54 cents, and 10 dimes."
I almost did a literal facepalm. "Ten dimes equals one dollar," I said.
"How can it equal one dollar? There are only ten of them!"
"Count them," I demanded.
Placing her finger on the dimes, one at a time, she counted, "One... two... three... four... five..."
O.M.F.G. "Count them by tens!" I cried.
"Why would I count them by tens?" she asked. "You only GAVE me ten, if I count them by tens, there will be more than ten, and that's not right. I think you're trying to trick me."
At this point, I stepped out of the car so that I could reach the window ledge and show her how to count dimes. "How much is a dime worth?"
"Ten cents."
"Right. So, one dime is ten cents, two dimes make twenty cents..." I said while sliding the dimes to the side as I counted them. "...and ten dimes make one hundred cents."
She looked at me, confused. "See? It's one hundred cents, not one dollar."
"One hundred cents IS one dollar."
"No! It's a ONE DOLLAR bill, not a ONE HUNDRED CENT bill!"
"Can I speak with your manager?"
The manager came to the window and I explained the problem. She looked at me, standing in the window flabbergasted while my car burned gas in the drive-thru lane behind me. She looked at her employee, on the verge of tears because she was so convinced I was trying to cheat her out of a dollar. "She gave you $2.54, Ashley. Put it in the register."
"No she didn't! She gave me a dollar, fifty-four cents, and ten dimes!"
"Ten dimes is the same thing as one dollar," said the manager. "Now put it in your register."
"Do you two know each other? Because I think you're both messing with me," argued Ashley.
"PUT IT IN YOUR REGISTER!" yelled the manager before turning back to the window. "I'm so sorry. Can I get you something? A cup of coffee? An orange juice? A side of hashbrowns? On the house... to make up for ... well... this?"
I've had experiences before with younguns who can't make change, but this was a first. What kind of future does the human race have if we are cranking out high school graduates who can't count dimes?