Happy Monday Morning!

Oh, how I love Mondays.
I'm sitting at my desk going over the NYT Book Review. A woman approaches the computer and smacks down a Wall Street Journal. H jumps up and lightly says, "I can take you over at the register." I keep my head down to hide the smile on my face--H's biggest pet peeve is when people try to pay at the computer terminal and won't go around to the register. After a second, I can still feel the woman standing there. H has turned to the front to log onto the register, so she's no longer facing the computer terminal. Which is why it's annoying when people refuse to move over to the register--we have to do a 180 back and forth to ring up the purchase and make change.
"Can you take this," the woman says, and I assume she's talking to Hanley.
I finally look up when I see something flapping in my peripheral vision. The woman is waving a dollar, which I don't take because, well, I have a newspaper and pen in my hand, I'm sitting down, and, oh, I'M NOT ON THE REGISTER.
I suddenly realize she's staring at me. I'm sure I look confused--H made it pretty clear that she was responsible for taking her money. Because of the whole standing up, the punching of some buttons, and, you know, the saying, "I can take you over here."
"Is that too difficult for you? Because you're acting like it might be way too difficult for you to take my dollar," she says with a serious sneer.
I reach out my hand tentatively; I'm confused why she's snapping at me. She slaps the money in my palm, which I then move to the right five whole inches to meet H's and hand her the dollar, all while trying to figure out what the HELL just happened.
As the woman walks away, I look up. The look on H's face is priceless.
"She...she needed TWO people to take her dollar? She couldn't reach five inches further and hand it to me, the person on the register? AND SHE COULDN'T JUST WALK AROUND TO THE REGISTER, THUS AVOIDING THIS WHOLE CONFUSING SITUATION?"
Yeah. The whole interaction took place in under ten seconds, yet we were scarred for the rest of the day. Every time someone approached with a paper and money in their hand, I kind of flinched, ready to get beaned with a bunch of quarters if I didn't move fast enough.
Because really, it's bound to happen one of these days.