I was in the grocery store checkout line.
“$1.05,” said the cashier.
I handed him a twenty. I was about to search for a nickel, when ka-ching! Coins raced, clinking through the chute to the little tray.
I counted. I recounted. I had done the math. I had a dispute with the machine’s compute. I had been shortchanged.
What does it say about the world if even a machine can’t be counted on to give the correct amount?
Change is needed.
Notes from the cupcake rescue league 
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