In For A Penny, In For A Pound

(It’s been a beautiful sunny day and very warm and people seem more cheerful. I go to the small grocery store for some cold drinks and cigarettes. Note, I am waiting in the queue behind a man buying beers and ice creams.)

Cashier #1: “That’ll be £16, please.”

Man: *has £15 in his hands; starts searching his pockets*

Me: “Here, I have the spare pound. You’re welcome to take it.”

Man: *looks at me like I s*** in his beers* “No. I don’t want your money.”

Me: “Are you sure? I don’t mind; it’s too nice a day to miss out on ice creams.”

Man: “NO!”

Cashier #2: “Next, please.”

(I go and pay for my items. All the while the man next to me is trying to get his bill to exactly £15 or under. Finally, he thinks he’s done it.)

Cashier #1: “Okay, that’s £15.10.”

(I’m putting my wallet away and my sunglasses back on, ready to leave.)

Man: *turns to me* “Hey, I don’t suppose—”

Me: “—No, I don’t suppose either.”

(Both cashiers tried to hide their grins as I turned and walked out.)