Remember this guy? I knew he was a crook. He tried to run some junior league game on me tonight and I busted his ass.
You CAN NOT and WILL NOT get one over on me. Fool.
He runs up with some electrical wiring and wants to pay. OK. Fine. Whatever. There's lines.
It is $7 something plus tax for a total of $8.32. He pulls out a five and fishes around in his wallet for some singles. Then he digs around in his pocket for change.
He makes a big deal out of moving the money around, straightening out the bills and hunting for an extra penny so I will have the exact change.
Then he makes his move.
His wallet is still open. He slips the five back into the wallet, puts the change on top of the three singles and hands it over to me.
I take it and look him straight in the eye. "I need the five."
He laughs weakly, "I must have got confused."
No. You're a grifter and you just tried to screw me out of a five.