Part 2: A Wrong Step

It was a small coffee. He had remembered asking for a large coffee, but he could be mistaken. He hadn't had any coffee yet, and his brain wasn't working properly. In any case, it really didn't matter as long as he hadn't paid for a large coffee.

Fig 2: A small coffee.

"Excuse me, miss, but I believe I asked for a large coffee. This is a small."

The girl behind the counter looked up from her phone. "You asked for a small?"

"No, I asked for a large. This is a small. I don't really care as long as I didn't pay for a large."

The girl looked confused. She must have been all of 17. She was the daughter of the owner, and obviously didn't like the idea of being there at 7am to dispense coffee to office workers.

"You mean I charged you for a small but you got a large?"

Manual was starting to get frustrated. "No. I ordered a large but you gave me a small. Or at least I think I ordered a large. I forgot how much money I gave you for this coffee."

The girl's face contorted. "Do you want me to check the register?"

Manual was starting to wonder why he even brought it up. "You took my receipt. There's no one else here. You could easily just check it."

The girl sighed. She stared at him as she opened the register and took out a receipt. "I charged you a dollar-fifty, which is the price for a small."

She sighed dramatically and showed him the receipt.

Manual looked at the girl. "I guess I ordered a small," he whispered.

The girl kept staring at him as she slapped the receipt back in the register. Then she took out her phone and no doubt tweeted to all 5 million of her followers how much she hated him and her job.