Sigh...

I seem to excel at getting bad service. I just came back from La Belle Province and this is all the two guys there said:

Guy 1: You ready?
Guy 1: K.
Guy 2: Five bucks.

No smiles, no pleases, no thankyous, nothing, while I of course tried to be as polite and likeable as possible. Both of them just looked at me as if I'd recently killed their dogs and grandmothers and girlfriends with maybe some parent murdering thrown in too for good measure. The two people (a guy and a girl) who came after me got really good service, lots of chatter, smiling, laughing, everyone just screaming happy happy happy, so it's just gotta be my face or something. John Goodman couldn't have said it better.