Last week I spent a day of work in Charlottesville learning about the foreclosure crisis. A group of us drove down together. On the trip back up we stopped at a gas station, and I decided to buy a Gatorade.
I paid in cash, and I knew I had exact change, so I dumped the coins from my wallet (there's a coin compartment in my billfold) into my hand, set them on the counter and quickly sorted out the right ones. I then slid them rest of the way across the counter to the teller, who, apparently, was having a bad day.
"How do you like it when people throw money at you?" he asked.
Slightly confused, I jokingly responded that it would probably make me happy.
"You should not throw money at people! That is very rude," came the teller's stern reprimand.
Still confused, I stood there with a puzzled look, going over my movements in my mind. At no point did I throw money at him, or treat him rudely in any way. All the same, I decided the best policy was just to apologize. "I'm sorry," I said.
"No! You are not sorry. You are rude!" was his retort.
At this point I realized there was no point in standing there, since I had my drink and the cashier had his money. I just walked away, but he kept yelling at me the entire time until I was out of the door.
I walked on up to the guy behind the counter and he says,
"Yeah, whaddaya want?"