A couple of years ago I went to Rome with my university marching band, and my friends and I were going out for lunch. We got our food, had a great time, and the bill came. We all paid together because we didn't want to bother him with splitting the bill. We decided to pay in exact change to make his job a little easier. The waiter, who spoke very little English, came and collected our payment. Like 30 seconds later he comes back. Standing right next to me, totally straight-faced and aggressively, he started slamming euros down, counting loudly: "Uno, due, tre, quattro..." etc. According to my friends I've never looked so afraid as he just counted out the money. He then got to the coins. Counted them out aloud and just looked at me for what felt like an eternity, but was actually like 1 second. He then outstretched his arms and smiled and shouted "PERFECTO!" and happily took the money to the register. And that's how I almost died of a heart attack while in Rome.
