“I think I’ve just met the happiest person in the world!"

The cashier sat there with a defeated look on their face, staring at me as if I’d executed her family before her eyes. Understandable of course, as she looked suitably miserable at her confined spot behind the brutalist countertop and the humour of a middle aged man in cargo shorts probably wasn’t something she was desperately seeking. Clearly, my joke had fallen as flat as an overcooked pancake, so I hurriedly stuffed my things into my rucksack.

“Have a nice day sir.” She said through gritted teeth. I don’t think I will now actually.