My barber [1] handed me five euro coins change from a twenty even though I could see plenty five euro notes in the till.
"Can I have a five note please?", I said.
"Oh yes, sorry ... sure", he said, embarrassed but also annoyed. My card well and truly marked.
The absolute cheek. Fifteen euro for a ten minute haircut is plenty 'nuf, I thought, my cheery "Goodbye" hanging in the air, ignored.
[1] I say "my", I daresay he cuts other people's hair
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