It's incredibly humiliating to look up and say "I'm sorry, but I just realized I can't pay for this today." I've never had to endure this before. Sometimes I've been 75 cents short, you know, an experience which, while slightly embarrassing, is one that can be easily fixed by putting an item back (or by having the regular cashier take pity on you and say "Go ahead, take it, I know you'll pay us back tomorrow.") But for an entire Breakfast of Champeens order, which involves milk and tea and juice and oatmeal, well, I don't expect anybody to pony up that kind of cash for me. I slunk out of the place, dejected and defeated and -- most importantly -- without any form of beverage-related stimulant for the day.
Now I've got to find a covered cup so I can make free tea in the office, at least, and drink it in the bay. Half the reason why I purchase the large sized tea in the morning is just for the cup.
Oh, hell. I've mentioned this already to someone regarding an entirely different problem, but the way this day has been going, you might as well just place me in the Sheriff J.T. Dawg mascot suit and parade me around the amusement park all day. That's all I'd ask for, besides water breaks every 10 minutes.
