Koko Wa Foot Bento

Alright, I know that I have a few posts about the customers at the casino, but this is one that is hard to let slide. Someone should know about this.

The first customer I had last night (it's always the first one), needed change for a hundred. She handed me the bill, and upon inspection, I noticed it was a bit soggy. She chimes in, "Yeah, the bill is a bit soggy."

"Okay... how did you want your money?"

"Twenties."

Wiping my hands off, I pull out her new bills and hand them out. Only afterwards does she mention, "Yeah, the hundred was in my shoe."

As soon as she leaves view, I bolt for the sanitizer.

Okay, first, what possesses someone to not only stash their money in the shoes they're walking in (how uncomfortable is that?), but also to change it at a cashier, and subsequently tell said cashier all about it?! What was the point?

First of all, I handle all sorts of money. If anyone is exposed to all sorts of germs, it's anyone who handles money. Or trash. Or in the sewers. Anyway, with all the things you'd find on any dollar bill, why, oh why, would anyone think it's a good idea to keep uncovered money on your skin.

Secondly, despite that I handle all sorts of money, she made me feel ill. Feet themselves are not disgusting, but she's been walking around all night sweating it up, some complete stranger who might have a fungus or something hands me a wet bill, and I'm supposed to be fine with that. My stomach churned a bit, and I asked the cashier next to me, "Do I look any, uh, more pale than usual?"

I know I end up complaining a lot about work on this blog. That just tells me I need new work.