Gimme my 20 cents dammit!!
Pregnancy has made me more "assertive". Sometimes I think this is a good thing, other times I think it's just annoying.
Here is the conversation I had with the cafeteria cashier today:

Me: "I have the meatloaf special. I got milk instead of a soda."
Cashier: "Okaaay, I'll just charge you 20 cents extra for the milk."
M: "Well, how much is the milk, anyway, like 50 cents? Isn't that cheaper than if I bought a soda? How much is a soda?"
C: "20 cents."
M: "What? A soda costs 20 cents???"
C: "It costs us 20 cents."
M: "Whatever. What would it cost me?"
C: "65 cents."
M: "And how much is milk?"
C: "60 cents."
M: "So it's the same, right? Why should I have to pay extra?"
C: (resignedly) "okay."
Then I harrumphed and walked away, feeling vindicated.

I was right, but I normally would not have argued about 20 cents. I mean, who cares? And why hold up the line over it? That's just annoying. But there you go.  ¶ 12:35 PM