Everything seemed to be going wrong that morning. To make matters even worse, the belt on my vacuum cleaner broke and I needed to finish my vacuuming.
Because I needed to finish the vacuuming, I decided to go to the store and buy a new belt. I changed my clothes, combed my hair and applied my make-up. Next, I checked my purse and found that I had a twenty dollar bill.
(Good! I don't have to stop at the ATM.)
Once I get to the store I proceeded to the counter and asked for the belt for the model of my vacuum. I explain to him that my belt keeps breaking. He went to the back of the store and brought out the belt, and sets it on the counter. As I lay my twenty dollar bill on the counter, the man trying to sell the new vacuum calls out to me.
“Since your belt keeps breaking, we will just give you the belt free of charge.”
“Thank you.” I responded.
(I found out later, they were the reason my belt kept breaking. I took my vacumn cleaner to them for a cleaning and they inconspicuously changed a setting which was causing the belt to keep breaking).
I turned my attention back to the man behind the counter. He reached into his cash register and pulled out a bill and handed it to me. When I saw the bill, I felt confused. I thought he had accidently grabbed the wrong bill from the register.
“This is a one dollar bill.” I explained to him. “I gave you a twenty dollar bill.”
“No, this is the bill you gave me,” he replied, matter-of-factly.
(First of all, what sense would it make for me to pay him with a one dollar bill for an item that costs four dollars).
I was now getting a little irate, “No sir, I gave you a twenty dollar bill because I know exactly what I had in my billfold!”
“No you did not. You gave me a one dollar bill!”
“I AM NOT LEAVING THIS STORE UNTIL YOU GIVE ME BACK MY TWENTY DOLLAR BILL.” (By this time, I was boiling inside).
The man on the floor asked me, “Did you see him take a twenty dollar bill off the counter?” (Of course I hadn't because I was looking at him when he was talking to me).
“No, of course I didn't see him take the twenty dollar bill because you were talking to me and I was looking at you!” (That confirmed it, these two men had a scam going and were trying to make me their next victim).
At this point the young couple looking at the new vacumns had turned a ghostly color.
With his face burning bright red, the man on the floor called out to the man behind the counter,
“Give her the twenty dollars.”
He begrudgingly gave me back my twenty dollar bill.
I prompty left the store. (Much wiser).
Epilogue: The store closed down two months later. (Guess that couple didn't buy the new vacumn after all).