The Decline of the Euro

Today, on the way back from our favorite occupation ("out"), Ashley and I stopped by the pizzeria to pick up lunch.  We got ample servings for everyone in the family and the total came to 12.80.  I handed Christina, the server and cashier, a 20 euro note and she happily opened the cash register.  She turned to me, asked if I had 80 cents.  No, I didn't.  Her face fell and she chewed her lip thoughtfully.  She looked in the tips jar.  No 20 cent coin.  Finally, her face suddenly brightened and she said, "Oh, I'll give you some candy instead!"  We agreed, and she gave us two pieces worth 10 cents each-- and that is the true story of how we come to be munching on sweets after our delicious pizza.
Eleanor