The cashier said : "Number ?".
I mean, what happened to "please" ?
I barked back : "Ten".
While I was doing my card transaction I became even more invisible because the cashier answered a call on her mobile.
" Yes, put the cat out and phone Gran. Yes. Yes. Yes."
I turned to the lady with greying hair behind me and said : "I can't believe this, she's having a phone conversation while serving me."
She said : "I know, it can be scary at times, but I try to blank my mind to it."
I said: "Dare I say it, you must be from the same generation as me."
The cashier offered no thanks, but I offered an exaggerated "Thank you" and left.
