Interesting Temperament On This One

I’d gone into the store to get some sundry items. No self-checkouts were available, for whatever reason. No biggies — I went to the manned checkout. The operator scanned the item and I tapped my card. The machine told me that the process had not completed correctly, so I tapped again.

Checkout Operator: “Don’t worry; it has gone through.”

She pulled the receipt out and started writing on it.

Me: “Yes, thank you. I don’t—”

Checkout Operator: “See, it’s like a woman.”

Me: “Yes indeed. I don’t need—”

Checkout Operator: “See? It’s temperamental.”

Me: “Ahaha. Thank you, I don’t need my—”

Checkout Operator: “Temperamental. Like a woman, see?”

Me: “Yes, indeed. Hahaha. Thank you very much. I won’t need my receipt.”

Checkout Operator: “Oh, okay. Why don’t—”

Me: “Thank you very much, bye.”