Trickster
I worked at a coffee shop where we sold two sizes, small and large. I was working the register, ringing up a girl. I asked her what kind of coffee she got, which was fine. However, when I asked her if she got small or large, she responded with a suspicious tone. “Why do you need to know?”
I had to explain to her that one was a larger quantity than the other, and you had to pay for that extra amount. She scoffed and grudgingly told me, “Do you think I’m tricking you?”
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