We've been doing this for a few minutes, so I fix her with a look and say, as sweetly as I can, "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do that."
She stares back for a moment, then shrugs, and gets out her wallet to pay the agreed upon price, only to balk yet again when I tell her she still has to pay tax, even though she's paying in cash.
"If I'm going to pay tax on it, so are you," I say with a smile.
One year ago: It's Beginning to Smell a Lot Like Christmas
Two years ago: The Bright Side
Three years ago: Cooking Together
Four years ago: Who Cares What You Think?
Seven years ago: Which Is What We Named The Tree