Half an hour ago, a black car came and picked him up. Two minutes ago, I noticed another black car in our driveway. It was like an instant replay - except this driver was not going to have a passenger.
Even though it was his dispatcher's mistake, and not my fault at all, I wanted to give him a five for the trouble of driving out on a dry run, but the smallest I had was a ten, and it felt a little too dear - I am not so worried about my uncertain future and finances that I won't plan fun outings (on a PLANE! there were SNAKES!), but when something comes as a surprise, I find I'm feeling a bit tightfisted. I was NOT willing to ask him if he could make change for a five - I had that thought, but it made me feel yucky - and I would like to think I was about to talk myself into giving him the ten anyway - but he waved me off and backed out of the driveway before I could get there.
This is one of those things like dealing with clerks and waitresses. I don't really know what the rules are, so I feel out of my depth and don't know what to do. I wish I'd made him take the ten - and I also feel sort of glad that I still have it for salad for lunches next week - and I'm unhappy that I feel glad. :(