Pulling out a handful of change from my purse, the fish lady said, "Yes, I think you do."
I plucked out two quarters, two dimes, a nickel, and a penny from the coins in my hand and put them on the counter. My mind when blank. "How much was it again?"
"86¢," said the Husband.
I fished out more coins. My mind went blank again. "What was it?"
"86¢," he said.
I looked down at the change. Total blankness. "What?"
"86¢!"
I gave up. "Okay, that ought to do it."
The fish lady picked up the change, laughing with the Husband and me as we chattered on. "And, to think he has to deal with me everyday," I said while the Husband rolled his eyes and threw up his hands.
I noticed the fish lady counting the change. "Did I give you enough?"
"More than enough," she said, handing me back two dimes.
"I used to be so good at counting change," I said.
"We should get you a change maker," said the Husband.
"Like a train conductor. Yeah. I could go for that."
If you don't use it you lose it, as the saying goes. I can't write anymore either. Who writes with pen and paper these days?
ReplyDeleteI wish I could say "Me, Me". I have a difficult time reading my own penmanship, which was not ever good in the first place.
DeleteDid you end up with the rockfish? If so. you have really kind neighbors/storekeeps.
ReplyDeleteYup, I bought the rockfish. About a pound. We're fortunate that we have a fish distribution company in the next town. It sells fresh fish --wild caught, too -- on Fri. and Sat. at a few dollars less than in the supermarkets.
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