a Friendly Fail
At a truck stop outside Cleveland, Texas, I bring up a snack and a 20 oz bottle of Ozarkana water. Cashier tells me the water is two for a dollar.
That’s ok, just want one. How much is it?
I ask her to charge me for two.
I should have gone back to the case and taken a picture, but I wasn’t going to the car to dig out a camera. That’s the first time in my life I regretted not having a camera-phone.
Not as good as what they find at 360, but still a fail.