“One dawla, fifty cents,” he said in a delightful southern drawl.
Fourteen Georgia billboards had beckoned us to the Peach Palace, Exit 57. My wife ordered a peach smoothie, now sitting before her on the counter. She held out two $1 bills.
“‘Zak Chains,” the young man said.
Unprepared for his friendly introduction, my wife replied, “What? Oh… nice to meet you Zak, I’m Emily.”
He studied her for a moment before pointing to a handwritten sign taped to the front of the register.
“‘xact change,” he said again.
Ten years later we still laugh.
Copyright 2018 by D.A. Donaldson