Not Going To Have A Nice Day With That Attitude

(I work at a retail store at the far end of town as a retail assistant. I’m currently serving a little old lady and we’re making small talk.)

Me: “Hi! How are you today?”

Old Lady: *chirpily* “Oh, not so bad, feeling a bit so-so today.”

(We continue to make small talk as I scan her item, everything seems to be going smoothly right until the last moment.)

Me: “…and here is your receipt and change! Have a nice day—”

Old Lady: *outbursts* “THIS ISN’T BLOODY AMERICA YOU KNOW!”

Me: “I… what?”

Old Lady: “I WANT YOU TO APOLOGISE FOR WHAT YOU JUST SAID! TELLING ME TO HAVE A NICE BLOODY DAY!”

Me: *shocked but trying to stay focused* “I’m sorry for telling you to have a nice day…?”

Old Lady: “Good! Now make sure you don’t say it again!”

(She stormed off in a huff.)