An old quarter, a new dime, four pennies and a silver dollar, handed to the woman in a red dress by one of the many nameless faces she interacts with each day.
"...and a dollar forty two back." said the face.
"No hello" she thought while watching him reach into the cash register drawer to fetch her change. "No greeting, no 'hi, how are ya'... nothing. It's straight from 'what'll you have' to 'here's your change now go away'."
"Have a nice day" he said with a smile after carefully counting an old quarter, a new dime, four pennies and a silver dollar. He placed the change into an open hand as yet another pair of eyes failed to look into his.
"You're so pretty, won't you ask my name? Won't you notice there's more to me than taking your order and counting out your change? Won't you once - just once - say hello, or even listen to a word I say?" He knew the answer was no before the woman in red took the coins and stepped to the side.
"I feel like I'm drowning" she thought as she ran her fingers through the change she'd been handed, casually counting them all before slipping them into her purse. "A dollar thirty nine. That won't even buy a plain coffee these days."
"...and five cents change" she heard the face say to the next person in line as she stood nearby, waiting for her drink to be served. "I swear to god I'm drowning" she thought again as she watched the face place a shiny dime into the outstretched hand. "This city's like a sea of people. I'm a spec of red in a sea of gray. And I'm drowning - not that anybody would notice. How can I be surrounded by so many people yet be so very alone...?"
He reached into the cash register drawer for a dime, handing it to another person who appeared to look straight through him, "or is she looking around me?" he wondered while saying "...and five cents change" to a woman in a blue blouse.
"Nobody pays attention. It's like I'm not even here."