The bookkeeper persona in me is devastated that I dropped a dime.
The customer service persona in me is apologetic and wanting to correct the grievous error, A S A P.
The other persona in me is seething, internally screaming, "kiss my grits! Who the hell said you could call me Deb, we aren’t friends" while entering the 10 cents to be paid with the next round.
Vacation day or days. Soon, I think. Yes.