The debit card machine had its worst day today. I don't know what had upset it but it failed to accept a single card. Really frustrating. Everyone had cash instead except for a young mum with two kids who had cartons of drink and chocolate cake. She ordered a hot chocolate and a scone for herself, then when the machine went bananas she told me to scrap her own stuff. I ignored her. It was hardly her fault the machine wouldn't play ball.
Customers of the day were the two ladies whose husbands were parking the car when they ordered their tea and coffee and walnut cake. One asked if they should share a piece? (This conversation is replicated every day). The other looked as if she'd suggested they do a naked waltz for Britain's Got Talent. She wanted her own cake, and she got it.
Mothers with limited change across the land salute you!
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