The Two Cents War
Language: en
My grandmother passed away, so I went to the bank to close her account. The balance: $0.42. The teller, wearing a plastic smile, pushed four dimes across the counter to me. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, we don't have pennies right now. Maybe next time you come in, we can settle the difference?" "No," I said. "I want it now." She sighed, her smile dropping into annoyance. "I'm sorry, you're holding up the line." The next second, she pressed a button under the counter. Security arrived and 'escorted' me out. I immediately filed a complaint. That night, she posted about me on social…