The Price of a Puff
Funny thing, customer service.
When I was in the train station the other day I decided to stop by the sweet shop for a snack to eat on the train. The proprietor was smoking, so I told her politely: “I’d really like to come in to shop, but the smoke is really bothering me. Would you mind putting out your cigarette so I can come in and shop?”
She replied: “No. Every time someone comes in here I have to put out my cigarette!”
Well, if she prefers cigarettes to cash, who am I to argue?
