Really? It's just a penny.

So Dan and I went to the BR last night for some cold sweet treat.

When we left the house, I asked if I should bring my purse. Even though we were also going to the store before the BR trek, Dan said that I could leave my purse home. So I did.

We did our thing at the store and then drove to the closest Baskin Robins. There was a bit of a line, but it moved pretty fast. I must admit I was very impressed with this location.

they had someone directing the line and passing out laminated lists of the flavors available for consumption, as well as notes to the "extras" prices on the back. They stamped each and every hand (they even stamped the baby in front of me. LOL). They determined how many people came in at each time, and had numbered signs for servers. You stood in line, when the door opened the person who opened it told you what number line to go to, and the counter person took your order.

You got your order with a ticket that said how many scoops total. You gave that to the cashier (the only line beside the entry line that was more than 2 people deep). Then you took your ticket and showed it to the guy at the "exit" door and he let you out. Really it was probably a wait of 10 minutes at the most.

So we got in line and scoured the list. I saw that my FAVORITE BR flavor was on the menu along with my tried and true second. I decided to go all out and picked a third.

Gold medal ribbon (fav)
Rainbow Sherbet (2nd fav)
Snickers (always a good i-cream choice).

Dan got:
Chocolate chip
Mint Chocolate chip
Chocolate peanut butter.

(note: Dan like the chocolate chips and was attempting a theme. however he did not care for the chocolate peanut butter)

We got in and went to counter sign # 2. Two boys in their teens were there to help us. The boy who took Dan's order was about 16 or 17 with a big fro of brown hair. He had a smile on his face and was very enthusiastic. The boy who took my order was about the same age maybe a bit older and had the enthusiasm of a cavity filled kid going to the dentist. he wasn't rude, but it was slightly obvious that he was hating his job at the moment. I was slightly disappointed that my ice cream scoops were not put on my cone as per my order. I wanted Rainbow, Gold Medal, Snickers. instead I got Gold medal, snickers, rainbow. But oh well. It was still YUMMY!!!

So we took our ticket of 6 scoops and went to the register. The total came to $2.01 Dan gave the girl two dollars and reached in his pocket for the penny. Oops, no change. He dug around and looked at me. Nope I left my purse at home remember? He even paused enough to give the counter girl the chance to say: "don't worry about the penny", but nope. Not a word.

Finally after another moment (which seemed like an eternity) Dan just handed her another dollar bill. Then she gave him back the $0.99.

I was kind of surprised. I mean it was just a freaking penny. She could have just waived it off and let it go. I realize that cashiers want to be accurate with their registers, but come on. When I was a cashier I ALWAYS kept 4 pennies on my register just for that purpose. Why hold up the entire line? If we would have paid separately it would have been exactly $1.00 each. But due to tax, together it rounded up. It's all good in the end, but really. It's just a penny.