#08262022

Royal Hotpot & kbbq with sister, Elisa, Thinh

So since every nearby truck stop and gas station has some issue with it, I went to the one that only had an ex co-worker because they have a product I need for sinuses.

Well it appears the ex co-worker quit so I don't have to worry about that anymore but she has been replaced by some tall balding man who I would categorize as 50 but because life is weird is somehow going to be 13 years younger than me.

Okay fine I'm buying my stuff there's no one else in the store it is not loud.

Now the other day and other times I have heard this guy yucking it up with coworkers having a good old time, and bitching about other employees, your standard talk talk. You know, when they're full attention should be on me as I am giving them money.

So instead of telling me my total, he makes this weird quiet noise like a Ray Romano noise in a sewer.

"eeeeerEEEEEhhhhhh"

Okay. I'm bad at math so I just hand him a 10.

"eeeeerHHHHHHHHHeeeeehhhh" "12"

What!!? I say. He's gesturing weirdly.

Oh.

Even though I'm paying in cash he's pointing to the credit card machine.

Oh. There's some dialogue that needs me to decide on an amount for charity or an X before it continues.

My total is a little over $12 (I see now because I have put on my glasses) so I hand the fucker a $5.00.

He hands me change back without saying anything, and I stress to you I know this fucker can talk.

I have a brain disease where it is very difficult for me to not try to be pleasant, but I did not say thank you or I'm sorry to him I just took my change and left.