Many years ago in the early 1990’s, I was working as a hotel desk clerk in a hotel in Stateline, Nevada. (Primmadonna/Whiskey Pete’s, the first casino in Nevada one sees on Hwy 15 from L.A.) A big part of my job was that as cashier with my bank that I had to count and balance at the end of my shift.
One day this young guy and his woman (wife?) came down and wanted to pay cash for their room. The room was something like $20 weekly. This idiot gives me about $7 in bills and the rest in change. Not all quarters mind you, but a potpourri of quarters, dimes and NICKELS. $13 dollars or so of this shit. A literal anthill of zinc.
In a casino, there are places where one can exchange their small change like this into bills of gaming chips. They have one of those coin sorters, and it only takes a minute to count it up. However, idiot wasn’t going to do that.
Idiot: " I want to pay cash for the room." Throws down change.
Me: “Sir, if you please, could you take your change to the cashier.” with me pointing where it is, about 20 feet from us. “It would be much faster for the both of us.”
Idiot: “No, I don’t want to do that.”
Me: “It only takes a second.”
Idiot: “no.”
Me: “Well, sir, I am not going to count all that. Please take it to the cashier or make other arrangements.” I said this in a polite and professional manner.
Idiot and woman get mad by then and start looking for my nametag so they can complain about me to my manager. Bullshit. In this job I made $7.50 an hour, non union, standing on my feet all day, the bosses are pricks, the customers lousy and I am responsible for many other things behind the counter. I had to count my change bank before I can go home. I have to itemize how many $100’s I took in, how many $50’s, $20’s, 10’s, 5’s 1’s, Half dollars, quarters, dimes, nickles and pennies I had. All this penis had to do was to walk his change over and made both of our lives easier.