Your total is fifty dollars and forty-nine cents sir.
Here you go. Here is fifty dollars. And here is my Freaky Teeth Coin Purse where you can get the change. *Holds it up* You may open it.
Uh. I’m good. You open it.
No, I insist, you open it.
I’m not touching that mouth sir!
Go ahead. I can’t open it. I have arthritis.
Sir, you and your freak lady purse with teeth are holding up the line. Just go.
Well I never. *Bags my groceries and leaves* YES! This demented dental purse has saved me like seventy bucks this week. *Whistles through the parking lot.*