Or: yet another reason why I should never have a gun.
Today I called into the small greengrocers between the market and the bus stop. I've never particularly liked shopping in there because I don't find the owners/sales staff to be very polite or helpful but they've got good produce and they're in a convenient location. If I can't get what I need from the market then I top up in this shop. Today I went in and asked for some shallots and then picked up a couple of other things that I noticed but hadn't really needed – it came to 4 euros 40 cents and I only had a 50 euro note. Mr Shopkeeper asked if I had anything smaller and I said no and apologised. He started shaking his head and then Mrs Shopkeeper came out and he turned to her, pointed to the amount rung up on his till and waved the 50 Euro note around with a look of disdain on his face. Then he shrugged his shoulders and pointed at me. So, I leaned forward and took the 50 Euros out of his hand and tipped his produce back on the counter and told him that if he wanted any customers he should be more polite.
Then I walked a little bit further and went into another greengrocer who was very polite, had much nicer produce and didn't seem to think that it was at all a bad thing that a customer offered to pay for their goods with money. He even opened the door for me.