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My wife and I are at the checkout in a store buying something. The cost is, for example, $12.74.

My wife would never break a $20 so she searches through her purse for the exact change while 10 people are huffing and puffing behind her. Including me. So she finds the $10 bill, then clamours through gum, tweezers, Esso bills going back a year, a couple of bottles of medication and dog cookies. Just in case.

So you know what a woman's purse is like. It's like a Costco store all squeezed into a bag that she bought on vacation. "Honey, you're not walking around with THAT bag are you?" I asked her. She does.

At this point, we've got the $10 bill, the toonie. Two quarters. Now she's searching for one dime, two nickels and four pennies for exact change, like the clerk really cares.

Ooops. Only 3 pennies. Sawww-wee.

"Oh wait a minute - here's a $5 bill - just give me the change."

Ten minutes has passed. The line-up is pissed. People are passing out from the tension. With the purse-delay the line now winds back and forth three times into the elevator.

You think I'm kidding. (Ok, slight exaggeration, but not much.)

Yeeesh. Wait til I tell ya the tipping story in a taxi!