Tip Off

I stopped at a small, non-chain gas station on a road trip to grab a few supplies and fill my tank. When I got to the register, I greeted the cashier, who was texting on her phone. She didn’t say anything to me, but did stop to pick up her phone and send a couple of messages.

At the end, she gestured toward a small point-of-sale screen with one hand, typing on her phone with the other. The screen was asking for a tip, starting at 20% and going up to 40%.

Me: “I’m paying cash.”

Cashier: *Rolls her eyes and holds out her hand.* “Fine.”

Me: “Okay…”

I count out the exact total and hand it to her.

Cashier: “Really?”

Me: “What?”

Cashier: *Gestures at the screen with her phone in hand.*

Me: “Why would I tip you?”

Cashier: “B****.”

Me: *Gathering my purchases because she didn’t offer a bag.* “Yeah, that’ll change my mind.”

Cashier: *As I’m walking out the door.* “C***!”

I laughed extra loud as the door closed behind me.