Leaving the matrix

I'm walking about in a walmart. I realize that the store seems to be getting ready to close, even though it's bright daylight outside. I get to close to the register line and it sucks me in, I panic because I have nothing to buy, all I can grab is a phone book from the free phone book rack that is right by the register line. It's my turn up at the register and I drop the phone book onto the belt, and the worker give me a weird look and then rings the book up, I expected it to be free, but he says that it'll cost three cents. I think thank goodness I have a five dollar bill in my pocket. I get it out and hand it to him. At first he takes it then gives it back. I thought he was gonna be nice and just let me keep my whole five, but then he grabs it back from me and puts it in his register and starts grabbing change out. I don't mind that either, and I didn't care if he was going to gyp me, I just wanted to get out of there but he is taking a long time. He tells me to put out my hand and drops one by one a dime, another dime, a nickel, a quarter, then just drops the rest. Him and his friend lady co-worker begin telling me that walmart now only pays them a quarter per hour. And I said that's a fallacy. But then he bagged my phone book and I went for the exit and mumble then why do you work here? And the worker the stands at the door heard me and gave me a glare, and I just hurried outside and then took my phone book around the parking lot.