Manners You Never Saw, Nor Will Ever See Again

I am preparing to close for the evening when a customer arrives.

Me: “Hi there! How you goin’?”

The customer silently stares at me, holding out a $50 note.

Me: “Pump three, $15.60 change. Have a good one!”

I hand him the change and go back to counting the float. I don’t hear the door so I look up again. He is STILL mutely holding out his hand. I print out a receipt and hand it to him.

Customer: “Won’t be coming back here again. Horrible service.”

Me: “With all due respect, sir, I spoke to you three times. You have not spoken until that moment. And folks your age say that my generation has no manners. As well as that, you’re from over 1,000 kilometres away; I doubt I would see you again either way. You have a good night.”