Civility

I was working the cigarette counter one day
And some guy comes up and asks for
A packet of Winnie blues
So I bend down
Grab the packet
Hand it to him
And say:
‘There ya go, mate.’
And he responds with:
‘I’m not your mate.’
Then he slams down a twenty
And walks away
And I’m left there
Open-mouthed
Glad the cancer sticks
Will kill him