I’ve had this string of bad luck where the cashier rings an item up twice or charges me $22 for one pear, etc. My midwestern roots tug at me and I, of course, go back to fix the error, which is  discovered after I’ve paid.

Normally, I point at the receipt and point at my items in the bag, but today, I’ll try something new. “This is not correct.”

FRENCH: Ce n’est pas exact.