My Favorite Deli & Grocery

I need soy sauce. I NEED it.

I checked my bank account earlier. The numbers are getting low.

I had an interview with UNICEF and was feeling optimistic until they didn't offer me a job.

Unemployed. Still.

I drag my feet into My Favorite Deli & Grocery. The clerk ignores me when I say hello. Great.

I find a bottle of Kikkoman soy sauce. Salivate.

Price tag reads $2.19

Damn you 19 cents! What are you there for!!!

Clerk: Thatsit?

Me: Yes. That's it.

Sigh. The clerk starts to put the bottle in a bag.

Me: Oh no, no. I don't need a bag.

The clerk mutters something indecipherable.

Clerk: Thatwillbepshsphs.Can'tbelievetdkjkjmuchforsoysauce.

I can barely understand him. More muttering.

I hand him a five bucks and he hands me back two dollars. What the hell? Am I being charged for not wanting a plastic bag?

Clerk: Oh-Oh-my. It's $2.19, not $3.19! I'm-so-sorry! IwascomplainingaboutthethenineteencentsandIalmostgaveyouthewrongchange.

Me: Oh. Yeah...I was wondering...

Clerk: Here-here.

He hands me another dollar back. Two bucks for soy sauce. Will this place ever let me down?

My Favorite Deli & Grocery. On the corner of 5th and 13th St. Park Slope.