Would you like Inner Turmoil with that?

So maybe it’s a snob thing, but I don’t expect to be thrown a mental challenge when I go through a KFC drive-thru.

At the pub? Happens all the time.

In a supermarket checkout? *shrug* Possibly.

But a KFC drive-thru??

Looking back, I should’ve known it would be a crap idea to go there in the first place.

But what can a girl do? The hunger pains were there and the urge to wait ten minutes for a nice café lady to prepare me a wholesome meal wasn’t -- so there I was, inching up the KFC drive-thru during my lunch break.

“Two Piece Feed, thanks,” I chirp to the Window Girl.

WG: “That’s $6.95.”

Scraping through my bag, I find a five dollar note and an altogether appropriate accompaniment – a two dollar coin. Seven dollars. Great.

Then…

WG: “Do you want your 5c change with that?”

Do I want my change with that?

Eeek!

Suddenly sustain an icecream headache despite the fact I’m not even within sniffing distance of an Original Magnum.

My first impulse is to respond, “Yes, of course I do Why are you asking?”

But then, I wonder…

Take 2: “Wait a minute. It’s five cents. Will she think I’m stingy if I say I want it?”

Take 3: “But it’s my five cents, dammit!”

Take 4: “But am I really going to want that coin jangling at the bottom of my bag along with the $67 worth of other coins I have there?”

Take 5: “Change is not sweet chilli sauce – it is NOT optional!”

(In fact, if you ask me, sweet chilli sauce is NEVER optional. It’s just nasty. But I digress.)

Meanwhile, Window Girl looked on - complete with bored, slack-jawed expression - as though she’d asked the most ordinary question in the world.

My thought process just couldn’t handle a Take 6 - so I took it. The change, that is.

And put it into the next Guide Dog charity box I spotted, all the way reminding myself that a nice cafe lady would never have been so evil.