Kasa Girl: "46.61zl"
Me: Hand her a 50zl bill
Kasa Girl: Do you have 6.61?
Me: Shake head no
Kasa Girl: Scowls at me for a few seconds and then says "Maybe 1.61?"
Me: Shake head no
Kasa Girl : Scowls just a bit longer this time then says ".61?"
Me: Shake head no yet again.
Kasa Girl: Scowls even longer...sighs theatrically and then kind of lobs my change at me half of which lands in the little tray and half of which goes onto the floor.
omg.... it was driving me crazy when i was in PL... making the payment more complicated then it already was lol... just give me back my change! it's never happened to me in the us...
i hate shopping... it was always painful to watch when a woman (usually) cashier was slow with a customers in front of me, she had the time to chat with everybody around, but do her job, often didn't know the price of the product (somehow) and yelled through the store to find it out, and at the end this lovely conversation how much of a change i do carry... wrrr...