So our cashier tells the manager she accidentally entered the wrong cash amount, and she is trying to figure out how much change she really needs to give him (rather than just doing simple math) and they figure out they he needs 10$ and 14 cents back. Really, in that 7 minutes of panicking and looking for a calculator doing that mental math would just take too long.
Meanwhile these are the people that are getting jobs in Rexburg, while all of us with near college degrees are competing for Taco Bell.
So we finally get out of Wal-mart and I turn to Bryan and I'm like "can you believe that?" and Bryan's like "psssh, I know! That lady had a mustache"