Dirty Money

It's kind of funny how most of the stories I post to my blog, inevitably lead back to my adventures, and experiences of working at CLC, the local Christian bookstore I've been with for seven years. This is a story involving Scott A., a staffer that was with us for about 4 years. The story begins with a heavy-set black woman entering our store and perusing the various Christian diet books that promise instant salvation along with instant weight loss, which by the way, is a curious combination of loss and gain. Anyway, after browsing the diet books and holy cookbooks for about 20 minutes, she finally brings her purchases to the counter. Now this is where it gets a little interesting. Scott finishes ringing her up, and tells her her total. Maybe it was $10 dollars, maybe it was $20...doesn't really matter. It's what she does next that does matter. She calmly and purposefully reaches into her shirt, aggressively poking around under her bra, until she comes out with a slighty disheveled $50 dollar bill. Then, with a face straighter than an arrow, she says to Scott, "You don't mind a little titty money, do you sweetheart...oh, and can you break a fifty?!" Now sometimes I might sat this in jest, but this time I really thought Scott was going to have a coronary right there on the spot. I was poised to take over just in case, but Scott managed to finish the transaction without any medical emergencies, something that seemed inevitable for a few minutes there. Oh, the good times we have at CLC, and how I shall miss them when I leave.