Confessions of a Cashier

The first time we met you were rude to me. I had forgotten you, since you weren't my first "bad" customer. When you came back I pretended to have forgotten you, but you made sure that I had remembered you. I did not want us to go back to that previous event, but you made usre that we did. So I decided, unknowingly, to give you a taste of your own medicine. I made sure you felt the embarrassment you made me feel, as if I was insignigficant, and truly in a way you were right, I was. But you need me, more than you think. This is not me justifying myself. THere are just some things I need to get off of my chest. Tomorrow I'm heading to work. Whether or not I get to see you, is unsure. I may not get to see you ever, in a month or in a week. But the truth si from now on when you see me you will have an idea of who I am. Though it is false, I can not blame you for assuming, because I did the same to you. I am sorry for my service. I am sorry , for my behaviour. I am sorry for my tone of voice, though when I apologized my apology was meaningful, though it didn't seem so. I am sorry that we got off on the wrong foot. I am sorry that I assumed, therefore creating a series of event which caused you to think evil of me. I am sorry that you are a part of the minority, which would probably classify me as a rude person. But all I can say at this point is I am sorry. Please come again.