In music store

>In music store
>Girl at register looks at my collection and smiles at me

>in music store
>leave because music is worthless garbage

>in music store
>cashier compliments your taste
y-you too

The real patrician answer

pffffh

That was me. I was laughing not smiling

>working register
>some mouth breathing, sweaty loser brings up his stack of doom metal and Tool albums
>give him a pity smile

>in music store
>want to buy soundtrack to Fairies Story 3
>girl at register says the soundtrack is awful and it's one of the worst games she's ever played
>go home and pack bags for trip to the suicide forest

That's her job. She can't tell you to fuck off.

go away you weeb