props to elderly gas station women

the other day we stopped at a lone gas station
to fill up on cheap, french vanilla coffees.
i got a small because there's a lot of sugar in that stuff, but it was eight in the morning, and i was so blasted tired that i had to drink something before our two hour drive.

it was thick.
we brought them to the counter and I pulled out my visa due to my lack of cash from being a college student with no car and no access to an atm near school.
the cashier woman was very, very old and eyed me for about twenty seconds before saying in a crackly voice,

"Well if you're gonna use a card for that, you can just have it!"

she seemed angry. more than the usual elderly, gas station woman would.
i fumbled with my wallet and found a dollar bill awkwardly folded in a zipper pocket. i wanted to appease her desire for cash.

"Fine. Fifty cents then for each," she growled as soon as she saw it.

i gave her the bill and we went out the door.

"Did you just pay for my coffee?" my friend asked.
"Yeah. But I think we got it for free basically."

props to elderly gas station women.