One time I went to my credit union to pull out some cash for an event I was going to and I said I wanted to pull out $150 but in my mind I really meant $100, so I told them I wanted three 20s, two 10s, three 5s and the rest in 1s. I realized my mistake when they started counting out 55 $1 bills but... but I was too nervous to say anything and I really really didn't want all those damn $1 bills.
AND IT DIDN'T END THERE. I meekly accepted the fucking stack of $1 bills and drove to a grocery store on the way home because I knew their customer service desk (that I used to work at) could exchange it for larger bills.
I decided I'd rather go to another store to fix the problem than to say anything as it was happenin g
"Yeah, there wasn't a lot to do back on the old farm. Just sit back, think about things, and then repress those thoughts immediately..."