Stupid salesperson

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On Monday morning, I arrived at Duivendrecht station, and stopped at the 'french' 'bakery'. ('we sell you burnt filo pastry with a thought of cheese at inflated prices and you LIKE it') I got some small change from my pocket, asked for a € 1.60 snack and handed over the cash.
I was served by a 'new' guy, not one of the (nice) regulars. He started counting the cash. "Ten, twenty, forty, uh..." He lost count. "Twenty, forty, fifty, uh..." People behind me were starting to tap their feet. "... one Euro, twenty... uh... it's not enough. Count it yourself."

I snatched my snack off the counter and muttered "fucksake". "Oh, please," the guy said, whining, "It's not enough. Do you have more?" He put the money down on the counter. "Count it yourself," he said again, "I don't have time to count," he whined some more.

Excuse me? I said: "You. don't. have. time. to. count? What the fuck?" He looked at me. "There's no need to be snippy." I think there is, buddy, you work the counter and you cannot count and try to cover up by telling me you have no time? I quickly counted the money on the counter. Behind me other people started shouting their order. "It's 1.70. It's too much rather than too little." I grabbed 10 cents and legged it. Haven't been back since.
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