Unfiltered Story #101607

, | Unfiltered | December 10, 2017

(I start work at 4AM, and the only coffee place open at that hour in my town is at the gas station. I don’t know why, but the clerk at 4AM always likes to play grammar games.)

Me: Can I have my receipt, please?

Clerk: It’s MY receipt. It’s not YOUR receipt until I give it to you.

Me: Whatever. Can I have THE receipt?

Clerk: I can give you A receipt. If you want THE receipt, you need to be specific.

(It’s not worth it anymore. I just head into work a little earlier and make my own coffee.)