The guy at the counter had a pretty jerky attitude. The ticket was $6.25. I gave him a ten and got $2.50 in change. I moved off to the side to go wait with my friends and trying to calculate the change, because it seemed off to me. It took me a minute, but I did figure out that he should have given me $3.75. So I went back up to him (there was no one in line at this point).
Me: Excuse me, you gave me the wrong change.
Cashier: You gave me a ten.
Me: Right, but ten dollars minus $6.25 is --
Me: No, it's $3.75.
He gives me this exasperated look, fishes a quarter out of his tray, and hands it to me.
Me: That's still a dollar short.
Cashier: No it isn't.
Me: I've got $2.75. I still need a dollar.
Cashier: Fine, you're right. Here.
I thought my math skills needed improvement. How does $.50 $.25 = $1? He'd been a bit snarky earlier, when I almost forgot my ticket, but surely it's not out of line to ask for the correct change. I'm a poor college student -- I NEED that $1.25. Everyone else in our group who'd been at his register agreed that he was being a bit of an asshole. Someone suggested that he was having a bad day and taking it out on us. I hope so.