It NOT Too Rate, It Simper Math!!

I'd finally had enough of my cell phone shutting off without reason, so I went to the mall today to find me a new one. I did find one, renewed my contract and like it for the most part, if only I could get the frickin' thing to mesh up with my home wi-fi so I can search out some less gay ringtones.

In addition to my problematic telephone, I also remembered to purchase my mom a Mother's Day card. I'm taking her golfing tomorrow then out for a delightful lunch. Hopefully, she won't drive me crazy in the duration. An avid reader, I purchased a nice bookmark in addition to the card. The grand total came out to $12.08, and I handed the little asian girl behind the counter, who was training an older woman who looked old enough to be my grandmother on how to use the register. They'd already keyed in the $20 when I chimed in that I had 8 cents.

"Oh it too rate." the little asian girl said, to which I replied, "So what?"

"I'll give you eight cents, then you give me and even eight dollars back."

"Oh no. It too rate." she repeated in her painfully thick accent.

Even grandma served up an "It's too late, sir. The money's already entered into the till."

"Well," I said, "I gave you eight cents, so you can give me an even $8.oo back."

"But it's too rate..." the little asian girl said once more.

"It's too late," the blue-haired woman said in unison, "The register is already open."

"So what?" I repeated, "It's simple math! $7.92 plus 8 cents, equals eight bucks!"

"Math is universal. It's the same all over the world. Actually, it's the same throughout the entire universe." I emphasized, disbelieving that I had to give a simple math lesson to two employees who dealt with money all day long.

I know it seems a little retarded to take a stand on a measily eight cents, but Jesus Christ. I wouldn't have made such a big deal, had the two of them not been f*cking idiots to begin with. I mean for Christ's sake, I thought Asians were especially good at mathematics? Laundry and math, I could've swore they were proficient with.

Finally the manager lady comes over to see what the matter was. "This man's change is $7.92 and he wants to give us eight cents so he can get..."

"Eight dollars back!" the manager interupted, "So? What's the problem?"

"We already rung the transaction through." Grandma said. At which, to my personal delight, the manager replied, "So? It's simple math!"