When Not Always Right Becomes Not Always Hopeless

(My mom hates any service people, even though she claims she doesn’t. She’s always going to stores and making big scenes whether or not she gets her way. We go to a grocery store and she orders some meat. I’m already cringing because the butcher looks exactly the type that she hates. He gives her her wrapped meat and she pays for it.)

Mom: *taking out a dollar* “And here’s a tip. Go get yourself a cup of coffee, my friend.”

Butcher: *nods in thanks and takes money*

Me: *jaw-drop*