I went shopping for Valentine’s Day today, a little local downtown shop. I grabbed a few items, went to the counter and the cashier who also ran the store began looking for price tags. Of which, there were none.
She said “we really need to start putting prices on things”
I said “I agree”
She told me my total was $31.26 I have no clue how she knew, but I took her word for it. So I handed her a $50 bill.

She went to the back and grabbed Mr boyfriend who came out with the $50; he popped the cash drawer open, froze solid for a full 10 seconds before handing me a $20 bill.
Moral of the story; today I learned taxes don’t exist.