The short round attendant turned suddenly, "Who's up?" The Asian man lifted a small worn biblical stories book and inquired,
"How much for four copies? I must copy four pages from this book." He opened his left hand to expose a mixture of nickles and pennies.
"Ten cents per sheet, for regular copy paper."
"That's what I said."
"I don't think you are right. I could go to those uh delis, you know with the Pakistan and India men and it would be four cents."
"Well I could. Four cents!"
The cashier shrugs. A second cashier suddenly drops her face into her hands, "It's down again. The computer system is down again!"
The woman in the long black coat pulls a German-English phrase book from her pocket and begins to read from it. A third cashier shakes his head, "Do you have an account?"
The first cashier walks past the one who is still clasping her face and raises a brow to me.
"I'd like ten copies of this. Resume grade paper, please."
"You're patient," I offer.
"Yea, well it's that or kill myself."
He steps away. The disheveled cashier perks up, "How many are you getting?"
"It will be one-ninety-five."
I hand her my debit card.
"I, well, it will be a minute for the computers."
*10 minutes later*
"I have some change, well actually I only have....a dollar seventy-eight."
I gaged her reaction: disappointment.
The grad student type pulls out a quarter and drops it on the counter."
The first cashier returns with the copies, "Since you're so patient. I have something for you- you watch Youtubes?"
He pulls out a scrap paper and carefully scripts, jojobanana1, "That's me. That's for you."