Dealing With Humans Is A Lottery
(I work at a stadium. Across the street is a small mom-and-pop bodega owned by a very nice family from India. I usually eat there because the food is good and cheap, and the location is convenient. On game days, they get slammed with drunk tailgaters walking over from the stadium. This exchange takes place one afternoon on my lunch break.)
Owner: “Hello. How are you today, and what may I get you?”
Me: “I am doing well, sir, and you? It looks like you guys are super busy, so I will just take a [pre-made sandwich]. Thank you!”
(As he hands me my lunch and rings me up, he hands me three lottery tickets.)
Me: “Oh, I don’t need these; I didn’t pay for them.”
Owner: “Take them as a gift, sir. You are literally the only person who has been polite and talked to me as a human being all d*** day!”
(See, kids? It pays to be polite!)