Right on, Fletcher!Oh, and the change back in the hand bit...
I was a cashier many years ago, and was taught to count he change back, starting with the final price and working up to the amount tendered. No question about the accuracy, and the coins are in your hand first. Now they push a button and the machine does the math, and neither you nor the cashier knows if it is right until you get a quiet corner somewhere to count it.
If the bill comes to seven dollars even, and you hand them twelve, it throws them for a loop until the machine does the math and they see that you just wanted to get a fiver back. Make it seven and twelve cents, and add a quarter to the twelve dollars, and be prepared to talk to the manager.
Oh... I DO drive below the speed limit sometimes. The speed limit is the highest speed that you are allowed to go, not a starting point. Get me out in the back roads of West Virginia, and I spot a loggerhead shrike on a wire, or even just an old barn, and I may even stop. I hate tailgaters, I hate feeling pushed or crowded. I will pull over on a shoulder to let you pass. I feel cheated when I cannot look at the beauty of the countryside, because the people around me want to zip through it without seeing.
Killdeer