Screw you! Lenny thought.
He knew what she was thinking. It was too early to be drunk, she had no idea what he was going through.
Lenny struggled with his balance as he made his way to the beverages. Making his selection he staggered to the till and looked her in the eye.
‘Just these.’ Lenny slurred.
He paid for the teabags and left a leaflet on the counter. The Cashier read it; shamefaced.
“Understanding Multiple Sclerosis”
She had the decency to look contrite.