A few years ago I was in a McDonalds in Palm Beach County when I ordered a variety of items from the dollar menu [like a couple double cheeseburgers, two small beverages, and ice creams for my mom & stepdad].

The moron behind the counter says, "one oh seven."

I ask him sarcastically if he's sure.

He scoffs with disdain, "Hey, man ... The machine figures it out."

So my assorted items and I accept his argument, pay the requested amount and head to the dining room.