I feel like I should have a permit that allows me every week to kill one rich person who tries to get out of paying ten cents for a fucken bag. Particularly when they hear me explain the bag tax to the very nice, reasonable person in front of them, and then act shocked that the law also applies to them.
Random Rich Taint: "Well, he gave you a quarter and said to keep the change. That covers me."
Me: "No. That gets saved for children who can't quite afford their comics. If I don't charge you ten cents, we get fined."
RRT: "Well, that's ridiculous."
Starts to walk out of store.
Me: "It is. Which is why you still have to pay me ten cents."
RRT: "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
Me: "I'll adjust your credit card then to cover it."
Me: "Really. I'm, not getting fined because you are in too much of a rush for the law."
And nobody would ever have to deal with him or his Maroon Sweatshirt again.