Scene in the Parking Lot

I was walking out of a store, reading my receipt. The woman in front of me held the door. I said, “Thanks.”

“YOU’RE WELCOME,” she said, rather loudly. Then, walking away from me, “Geez, don’t young people say ‘Thank you’ anymore?” Loud enough for me to hear her clearly.

I knew that she simply hadn’t heard me, but she presumed rudeness to the point of offense where there was none. I was thisclose to marching over and telling her:

“I did thank you. Geez, don’t old people get hearing aids anymore?”

It took a whole lot of willpower to bite my tongue.