The other day I stepped inside the nearest gas station/convenience store and paid for a drive-thru car wash. The teenaged attendant glanced at the car wash code printed at the bottom of my receipt, looked at me for a long second, then turned the receipt over and wrote the code in large numerals on the back of it.
"There!" he said as he handed the receipt to me. "Isn't that better than those small numbers?"
I thanked him profusely. His intentions were good, the little s#*t.