Why she'd get meticulous in handling the money when there were three of us waiting for change from her was beyond me. Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle. It's a good thing it was my birthday, as I don't think she'd have handled my snark very well on another day - I was at least a tiny bit of a jerk about it. Working together was driving me a little crazy, though.
It got better. Or, I don't know, I decided not to dwell on it. Or she did. Or both.
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