Change is good for you

A roll of miniature powdered donuts is $1.19 -- I dump a handful of change on the counter and separate out 1.19. But the cashier says, "Let's get rid of all those pennies for you." She slides two nickels back to me, and counts herself 10 pennies from my pile. Except that one of them is a dime. She sweeps the whole bunch into her hand and sorts everything into the till.

Was it on purpose? If so, does it mean she's a racist? Probably not, because both of us were white.

Should I come back every day for the next nine days and take a penny from the "Need a Penny?" dish?

These are difficult times. I ate my donuts in contemplative silence.