I stopped by Carter Motorsports today and picked up a gallon of Motul and handed over my Visa card. The young woman wrote it down on the little pad of paper of hers, handed me the key pad and sats that'll be $166 please. "Excuse me" I said, "it's just a gallon of oil". She looked at me like I just farted. She seemed a bit incensed that I would question her and her computer. She looked at the price sticker and it said $144, with a little pen stroke through the "1". She still didn't get it. So I say "it just doesn't pass the smell test or the common sense test." The other, younger, and... get this, the blond girl recognizes the problem right away and gets it fixed. What the hell goes through some peoples' heads anyways ?
After all that, I forgot to pull my Visa card out of the pad and Blondie runs out the door after me, card in hand. Bless her heart.