Sandwich shop justice

A bleach-blond woman in a sandwich shop that I visit occasionally claimed she gave the young, Latino cash register guy a $20 bill today. The cashier gave her change from $10. The older owner of the shop came over and checked the register. There was no evidence that a $20 bill was placed in the $10 slot, but the owner made good on the customer's claim anyway, seemingly to avoid further dispute. I felt bad for the young cashier because he was certain he did not make a mistake.

The woman, whose body language and attitude told me she was scamming these folks, sat down to eat her meal. Five minutes later, the owner walked over to her table and said that he checked the video in the back room and that she gave the cashier a $10 bill, not a $20 as she had claimed. He then pointed to the camera above the register, asked for his money back and calmly walked away after she ponied up the money.

As I watched this little random episode play out, it felt good to see justice served without further incident. I felt good for the young cashier who was proven to be correct. If life were only like this more often ...