Today's OneWord: Exact
The waffle iron was twenty-five dollars and sixteen cents, and I had exact change. However, as I extended my hand with the money, I saw a look of disgust spread across the cashier's face like rotten butter. Before my confusion could fully set in, she was beckoning a coworker of hers over to the register. "You take her money," she told him. "I don't touch money that's been touched by gays." I was shocked. "You're kidding me, right?"