the mystical 5 cents

so this afternoon me krobby and julia julia decided to go for afternoon tea at the forum, which was a great idea until we actually got there and realised we had practically no money between all of us.
luckily jess was the one who drove us there, and since she loves paying for me, she gave us her spare cash. combined with whatever we could find in the bottoms of our pockets, we managed to scrounge $2.43 each, which we used to buy some chips from oporto and drinks from coles.

so me and kiera were in charge of getting the chips, and julia was in charge of getting the drinks.
let me just say at this point how much oporto sucks. large chips? I THINK NOT! there was barely enough for a newborn child to chow down on, let alone three roseville girls.
anyway after sitting and whinging about the lack of chips for about 10 minutes we decided to try and spend our change on some sort of 'dessert'.
we ended up back in coles, walking up and down the aisles, where one of us would point out something that we could share, then the other two would proceed to insult that person for their choice.

you know something i learned this afternoon is that its pretty hard to choose something to buy when you dont even know how much money you have. let me explain.

when we first walked into coles, we had counted $1.20 in change, and were making our choice accordingly, when kiera realised that 5 cents had gone missing, and we only had $1.15.
so then we spent another 10 minutes choosing something else, only to realise that no, we did have $1.20.
then, on the way to the checkout, kiera decided that it was possible that she had miscounted, and suggested that we stop and count again. No, now we only had $1.15.
Then kiera had to go, so me and julia went to pick out what we wanted, during which we counted our money again (just incase), and low and behold, there it was, $1.20. We headed to the checkout, and were about to happily enjoy our purchase when the checkout chick pointed out that we only had $1.15.
What?
How is this even possible!?
how? how!?
its like the universes way of mocking the fact that i will probably end up in prison within 12 minutes of leaving school and going into the real world because i have no idea about taxes/bank statements/working in general.

whatever man.