I have explicit instructions for Amazon to deliver to my side door. 1a.) It’s less visible to the street, and 2b.) I hafta go aaallll the way around the house to retrieve the damn thing, for exactly the same reason you mentioned.
They average about 70% (hey, it’s a passing grade!) so whenever they put it at my side door & I get the “how’d we do?” survey, I make a point of praising that the delivery person “followed instructions” like we’re in friggin’ kindergarten or something, but I figure, best to praise good behavior.
Flashback to about a month ago, when the 1st 3 customers in line all had a cheap order AND paid with a hundred. Two of them were rude enough to not even ask (“Hey, can you break this?”) and so the next several customers all got their change in ones, and had some frowny faces about it. 
But if ever I absolutely cannot make change for you - not even in all quarters and pennies, and do not think I don’t know how to be quite passive-aggressive - then I’d simply, politely, inform the customer that I can’t make change for their $1,000 bill or whatever, and do they have a different form of payment? If there’s any pushback, or any response besides whipping out a Discover card or whatever, well … that’s what my manager is for.
But I would NEVER simply hand over an order for free, just because I didn’t have the change available in my till.
That just does. not. happen.
On behalf of the cashiers in your area: 
This ^^ Mumper has seen things.
Sending good wishes from my little corner of the world to you - this is a LOT to process (and chew on!) and physically deal with, and if you’re anything like me when I was in a similar circle of hell, it’s just one foot in front of the other for now.
Chew away. Scream into the void. Vent to us. We are here, and we love you.
The other day I got almost the same: turkey and provolone on a pretzel roll. Twas delishush.
This is a brilliant way to phrase it.
I look forward to the juicy gossipy details in a future update. I’m sorry, sugarplum, this SUCKS that it happened, but ya gotta know, we’re all popping popcorn at this point.
Witty repartee like ^^ is what keeps me coming back. 
That, and the weather reports.
I’m 43. Do I still hafta sit at the kid’s table this year?
Showered, shaved, hair washed. Got out of work HELLA early, because I quietly told my manager, “I’m making us dinner tonight.” Bless her, she understood.
Off to prep said dinner. His ass better not stand me up … but if he does, at least my dinner is sorted!
(There’s a “dumpling” joke in there, somewhere, for those who caught that remark a lil’ while back.)
(Okay, he ate my dumplings last time. It turned into … well, you know how y’all get.)
Thank all the gods I planned slightly ahead, and washed the blankets and pillowcases yesterday, plus wore heavy-ass eyeliner to work today so now, post shower, I have some pretty decent smoky eyes going.
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