Well, it’s my own damn fault for not verifying I got the right change. Or for being too trusting.

Worked an eleven-hour at the Franchise. Pretty slow, mundane day. Woulda been a great time to do a lot of reading, but Greg’s waxing the floor, so I spent a lot of my otherwise-down-time moving equipment and buffering and putting down wax.

Anyway, after getting out of work, I swung past 7-11 for a carton of orange juice because my throat is still a little scratchy and OJ does wonders for a scratchy throat.

I used a $20 to pay for a $4 Tropicana carton. Get my change, thank the guy, and walk out to my car, stuffing the bills in my pocket. I know what they are: he handed me three, so they’re a ten, a five, and a single. Get home, watch some TV, drink some OJ, and then, as I’m about to head off to bed, I pull the bills out of my pocket to put them into my wallet.

Two fives and a single.

I just paid nine bucks for a carton of OJ. Well, no, I paid $4 for a carton of OJ and the counter clerk either can’t do math or I just bought him tomorrow night’s dinner.

I’m a little pissed.

At myself. I should’ve checked the change. Then again, how did this fucking guy not know he was ripping me off five bucks? If I wasn’t so ready for bed, I’d drive right back up and see what I could do about getting my money back, but I have the feeling a situation like this is one of those “resolve it right there and then” or he’ll make a fuss and demand the police come and watch the interior security video to safeguard his honor.

I’m not going to let this get me down - as a matter of fact, now that I’ve put my feelings into type, I’m going to forget about it. I’ve got a lot of great stuff going on this week, and I can’t wait! So, I’m going to mark this experience up to an “honest mistake” (which I hope it was), and one that I can learn from.

I like being trusting.