Conversations with Customers
Customer is a woman in her 20s or 30s who smells strongly of marijuana. She has just purchased a pack of cigarillos.
Customer: How much are the biscuits?
Me: It depends on which kind. There are price tags on them.
[Customer takes a handful of change from her pocketbook.]
Customer: Are there any I can get for... eighty cents?
Me: No, they start at $1.29 plus tax. Sorry.
Customer: Can you help me out? I'm a single mother.
Me: You'd have enough if you returned these [I indicate the pack of cigarillos on the counter].
Customer: No. Are you sure you can't help me out?
Customer: You're a cold-hearted man.
Customer: That's a shame, because I'm such a giving person.
Look, lady, I'm not the one who decided to prioritize tobacco (and pot, judging by the odor) over hot food. That's all you.
That kid of yours is going to turn out great, I can tell.