Plainly Rude
(My mother gave me just enough money to get an ice-cream from the beach kiosk. Plain cones and cups were £1.50, waffle cones were £2.10.)
Me: “Can I have one scoop of mint-chocolate chip in a plain cone please.”
Sales Girl: *placing a filled waffle cone on top of the counter* “That’s £2.10.”
Me: “Um, no, I asked for a plain cone.”
Sales Girl: “We’ve run out of plain cones. We’ve only got waffle left. That’s £2.10.”
Me: “You didn’t tell me that. I’ve only got £1.50.”
Sales Girl: *shouting* “Well, I’m not going to waste this cone! Come on, £2.10, now!”
Me: *near tears* “I haven’t got it!”
(The girl scraped the ice cream out of the cone into a paper cup, then hurled the waffle cone into the bin.)
Sales Girl: *grabbing my money* “Take that, and don’t ever come here trying to cheat me again! You kids, trying to get a free waffle cone! Push off!”