“Excuse me,” he said louder.
Denise rolled her eyes and finally glanced up. “Sir, if you have a problem, customer service is on the back of the receipt.”
“I don’t need the number,” Jordan replied calmly. “I just want to know one thing. Is this how you treat all your customers, or just the ones you think don’t have money?”
Denise blinked. “What?”
The young cashier chimed in, “We didn’t do anything wrong—”