(I’m grabbing some cigarettes for my dad at the gas station we always go to. A guy I haven’t seen before is working.)

Clerk: “Hi, how can I help you?”

Me: “Hi, how are you?”

Clerk: “Good! How are you?”

Me: “I’m great! Can I just have a carton of [Brand] normal, not 100s, please?”

Clerk: *grabs pack of 100s* “These?”

Me: “No, the regular ones, please. A carton, please, not pack.”

Clerk: *grabs for pack of regular* “Here you go.”

Me: “Yes, those, but can I have a carton? The one with a lot of those in it?”

Clerk: “Oh, packet!” *hands me a carton of 100s*

Me: “…Can I have the regular ones, please? Not 100s?”

(He starts looking around and finds some behind him. With a big smile he puts them on the counter.)

Clerk: “Here you go!”

(I hand him $100.)

Clerk: *looks at his boss* “Is this legal?!”

(I eventually get my change and head out to the car where my dad is waiting.)

Dad: “What took so long?”

Me: “New guy.”

(The people there are always very nice. I hope he was just having an off day!)