I feel like being mean.

I sometimes buy lunch at one of those mini supermarket places. I hate to admit it but I sometimes eat ready-made sandwiches and sushi made from canned fish. What I find unfunny about this place is perhaps exacerbated by the fact that being even slightly hungry makes me quite irritated.

So this is it, probably sounds utterly inconsequential but, there is someone who works at the checkout who is quite enthusiastic. Enthusiastic in that American style of customer service where they ask how you are that day when really they don't give a shit.

He barks these sort of greetings at everyone like a horse racing commentator without really making eye contact and I suspect that it is his way of dealing with a job he probably finds quite soul destroying, either that or he is actually mental.

I hate it. I am desperate to avoid being served by him and the uncertain prospect of it irks me and I have been determined to tell him to "put a sock in it". When I actually get served by him I don't say this, I want to and might do it one day but it will create an awkward situation.

The other staff seem capable of being pleasant while ringing up an entire weeks shopping for people with bad enough taste to eat food almost exclusively from somewhere like this, so why can't he?