I honestly sometimes wonder about people in the ’service industry’ in this country. Look, there are some good waiters and waitresses, and some good managers, and then there are the people where you think “Jesus, no wonder you work at McDonalds”

I was in Cavendish yesterday and I needed some change so I thought, well this should be easy. I cruised into SUMO outside of Cavendish, held up my R100 note and asked if I could get change.

Now I understand that they might be weary of fake money, but I was hardly sitting there with tik fumes coming out of mouth, a crack pipe stabbed into my eye and my penis hanging out with a dog biting it.

I was standing there looking decent and normal, just wanting some change. The chick at the counter said “No we have already closed the till”

And yet the door was still open, and they were ready to take orders of food.

She sent me to the Donut place around the corner. By God, I should have known what awaited me.

“Hi is it possible for me to get some change here?”
“How much?”
“I just need three R20’s and four R10’s”

So she opens the till, gives me a R50 note, a R20 note, a R10 note and four R5 coins.

Then she turns around and goes to the coffee machine.

“Excuse me can I get R20’s that I asked for?”

No answer.

I asked again.

No answer.

She was about 2 metres away from me and there was hardly a rock band between us drowning out my questions, and my parents are also not glass makers so I was not invisible. Then she turns around and I say “Excuse me…” and she helps the person next to me.

“Hello, I’m not asking for the hand of God to descend from the heavens and hand craft my future wife a white gold and diamond ring while a choir of angels rings in this ceremonious occasion, I just need some change”

She looked at me as though I had just committed the most hideous, vile crime on the planet.

Absolutely shattered off my face by this point, I left and went to the restaurant around the corner and asked for change there.

“We can’t help you”

JAY-ZUZ! What is wrong with people at restaurants? Look, I know the intelligence level is low but they are just really bad. If they had looked closer they would have realised that I really don’t care to give them fake money, because I was wearing shoes that are generally known (Other than to Plebbs) to cost R1300, and sunglasses pushing the R2000 level. Not to rate, but it’s the facts. I hardly look like a drug lord, or a money scammer, or an animal abuser (Which is how the Donut chick looked at me)

All I wanted was some change and what do I get? I get looks of disgust that should be reserved for serial killers.

It’s a strange, strange world.

Does anyone know why people refuse to give any change to decent, respectable looking people? I would have gone to the bank, but it was already past closing time.