The Nonsense continues

So I stopped at O'Rourke's Cheeseburger Palace to get lunch on the way in to work.  There were no less than 15 vehicles in the line waiting to order.  It was, oh, a million degrees outside.  The exhaust from the truck in front of me was seeping in through my air conditioner making me cranky.  Or perhaps I was just hangry. (love that word!)

My bill was $4.32.  That is:  four dollars and thirty two cents.

I handed the cashier a twenty dollar bill, a quarter, a nickle and two pennies:  $20.32.

I said, "Here is twenty and thirty two cents."  She tore the receipt off the register with one hand and pushed it back out the window to me.  With the twenty dollar bill in her other hand she was lifting the drawer to tuck it under inside the register.  They do that with big bills.

"You're all set," she said.

I believe I said, "Hell, no.  You owe me sixteen dollars."

She looked puzzled and said the order was $20.32.  "No.  Not for a 6 pack of chicken chompers and a drink," I replied.  I continued:  "You owe me $16 in bills.  Look at the twenty in your hand.  I gave you change and a twenty.  I have bills coming back."

She went pale.  She stammered, "I need to go get a manager."  She left the window.  Please tell me why she didn't give me $16 and fix her register error with the manager AFTER I left for the window because now I am more hungry and more cranky.

In my next life I want to teach Math to the children in this community.  That's all I'm saying.