Went to top up the electric pre-payment key at the local shop yesterday.
As I went in, the assistant was about to leave the counter carrying an empty coffee mug.
Saw me; HUGE sigh, rolled eyes. Banged down mug and snapped “How much?”
Not “Good morning, madam. Money on your key? Certainly! How much will that be today?”
I shop there regularly, so it’s not as if she doesn’t know me.
I’m unfailingly courteous and precede any request with an appropriate greeting.
I remember my Ps & Q’s.
She is pretty surly, even on a good day, but that took me aback.
My husband’s livid reaction when I told him, was that she must not like to serve the Gypsies
I think it’s less complex.
She wanted her coffee.
She believes the shop would run just fine if it weren’t for the customers
She’s a rude cow.