The cashier at the drug store was the most sour-faced person I’d seen all day. She was slamming things around, muttering under her breath and looking like there was nothing worse than her particular lot in life at that moment.
Then it was my turn.
And I placed my midol, tampons and chocolate bar on the counter.
Her entire demeanor changed. She broke out into a genuine smile, placed my items into the bag with the utmost of care, and told me sincerely to have a good day.
Apparently there’s at least one thing that would be worse.