There were three of us on duty this morning: The Boss, myself, and Air Bud. A patron approached the desk asking for change for his dollar and Air Bud informed him that we cannot make change. The patron stood still for a moment to process Air Bud's response before walking directly over to our copy center, inserting his dollar into one of the copiers and pressing the change return button. He smiled at me, smugly jingling his new four quarters and headed for the vending machines. It isn't the first time that this has happened, but patrons always think they're outsmarting us. We must have one of the smallest college campuses in the state. Why can't you muster the 100-yard walk over to the main building where they will happily provide you with change? They have even better vending machines there!
- Circ. Ass.
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