Dark Purple

So I was at Starbucks, and there was an old woman in line in front of me.  She was wearing a dark purple shirt and pants and carried a matching dark purple umbrella.  She ordered a coffee and a sandwich, and paid (I kid you not) entirely in dimes, nickels and pennies, and asked for a receipt.  I got my latte and took a seat before Buddy behind the counter finished sorting through her change.  All I could think of was how relieved I was to not have walked in earlier and been obligated to stand there and keep cool while watching her count out $9 in small change.  And how little I like dark purple.  The End.