The cashier looked at Ed. Three eggs looked pitiful, and he anticipated her displeasure at the sight of the coins. Ed often delayed spending them, unable to ruin the beauty of the precise numbers. He also saw no reason to buy more eggs then he needed for his breakfast.
Enthralled by the sound of coins, Ed dove into one of his enchanted states.
“You are five cents short, “ the cashier said.
Ed grabbed the counter for support.
“That couldn't be,” he muttered, but the cashier busied herself and Ed left the shop.