Why are you here? Part 1

It started one Sunday Morning buying bagels. I make my way to the counter and look at the choices.

'Hoany?' I think he says

'What?'

'Hoany?' in such a soft tone I can barely hear him

'Sorry, I have a bit of a hearing problem, what did you say?'

'HOW MANY?!'

'Oh...4 please'

He was maybe 19, tall, lanky, wrinkled shirts and jeans, and his face said it all... why are you here bothering me... why are you in the way of my life on a Sunday morning when I could be sleeping, hanging, or whatever? Why am I even here when I do not give a shit about you, this place or the idiots I have to work for.

One of the old timers behind the counter finished getting my order together, cream cheese, chive cheese, muntser, lox and nova. He brought it over to the counter, told him it was for me, and the total. He was ignored as well, ignored with such a practiced ease to make me wonder..Why the f*@k is this kid still working here?

'$ dollars'

'I'm sorry, I cannot hear you, how much?' I am really sick of this kid and his BS.

Then I get the look, one of such anger, contempt, hatred, and intrusion into his life, that I am supposed to shrivel up, lean over and fall into the pits of hell through the hole in the floor he has just created for me, the biggest pain in the ass his life has seen and will ever be subjected to.

'$23.58'

I give him $40.00.

He puts the change in my hand and just stares at me, daring me in his own way I guess, or just so uncaring, that my reactions truly mean nothing. Crap, he's geting my goat and knows it.

'Thanks, have a great day Mr Happy!' I say it just to piss him off, knowing he could care less.

Meanwhile the counter guy was watching this exchange with me and another customer, treated just as nastily and rudely with even more condescension.

The counterman speaks... 'Hey Mr Happy...with me..NOW'