Drabble: Money Expert
Title: Money Expert
Character: Anya
Author's Note: My final drabble! This one's for snickfic who wanted a drabble wherein Anya is awesome. I think you need to have had some experience in retail to fully appreciate this one, but it should be amusing nonetheless. Also, this one couldn't be done in 100 words. So I cheated. It's 150 words.
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"$4.54 is your change. Have a magical day!"
"Hold on. You owe me ten more dollars. I gave you a twenty."
"Don't be ridiculous. Are you saying I made a mistake? Are you the one that works with money all day? Are you a secret money expert? I do this for a living, and I know when someone gives me a ten. Where do you get off saying I made a mistake?"
"Well, you did - "
"Don't come into my store and throw around accusations like that! I insist you leave. You've insulted me, and you'll get no more rue herb. Don't come back here again."
Anya watched as the customer gave up and left. After the bell finished singing her exit, Anya opened her register to inspect her drawer. She had several twenties...and no tens.
She shrugged and wrote on her sales' ledger: "Customer made a $10 donation".
Character: Anya
Author's Note: My final drabble! This one's for snickfic who wanted a drabble wherein Anya is awesome. I think you need to have had some experience in retail to fully appreciate this one, but it should be amusing nonetheless. Also, this one couldn't be done in 100 words. So I cheated. It's 150 words.
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"$4.54 is your change. Have a magical day!"
"Hold on. You owe me ten more dollars. I gave you a twenty."
"Don't be ridiculous. Are you saying I made a mistake? Are you the one that works with money all day? Are you a secret money expert? I do this for a living, and I know when someone gives me a ten. Where do you get off saying I made a mistake?"
"Well, you did - "
"Don't come into my store and throw around accusations like that! I insist you leave. You've insulted me, and you'll get no more rue herb. Don't come back here again."
Anya watched as the customer gave up and left. After the bell finished singing her exit, Anya opened her register to inspect her drawer. She had several twenties...and no tens.
She shrugged and wrote on her sales' ledger: "Customer made a $10 donation".