I went into Break Point looking to buy a pack of small green Rizzla. It cost 35 pence, so I was digging through my wallet looking for change, but I didn’t have any so I went for my ten pound note. The cashier, who is obviously an angry, sexless fat man on the rampage, completely went off on me. ‘You don’t have 35 pence? You don’t have 35 pence?!’ he let off a thunderous sigh. I had to put him in check. I was like excuse me pops, but you don’t have to get an attitude. I shoved my change purse in his face and I was like, ‘Do you see? Nothing!’ He backed off after he realised I wasn’t having any of it. What is up with that? He works at an off licence in the middle of Covent Garden and he doesn’t have change for a tenner? I know it’s a bit of a pain in the butt to have to count up nine pounds something in notes and change, but stuff it, I’m a customer. He needs a blow job or to get sacked immediately, what a douche.