I can't get no (customer) satisfaction

Yep, once again I've shoehorned another song title into the title box, to make up for my lack of originality/aptitude for choosing titles. But then, what did you expect? What new and exciting lyric-mangling method will I have in store for you happy campers next time? Tune in and find out! Being a kind and friendly soul at heart, I often take the time to say thank you or try to be courteous even when not necessary. Take shopping for example -- I'll thank the cashier when she gives me the change, and wish her goodbye when I leave. And I'm sure a lot of you guys are the same. A-ha! But here in The Land Where Culture Began(tm), such trifling things matter not! It seems implicit that in everything politeness is inherently built in, with no need to ever debase it by actually saying something so crass as 'please,' thank you,' 'sorry,' and so on. Either that, or quite a lot of people my end are ignorant stroppy buggers who wouldn't give you the time of day if their life depended on it. Hmmmm...now which could it be? Kwik-E-Marts are the worst culprits. The shrivelled hellspawned excuses for women they use as cashiers don't seem to have moved out of the age of communism and into the age of capitalism Socialism with Chinese Characteristics. Whenever I enter the hallowed gates of Ke Di, Lawsons or AllDay, the typical response is to glare at me, begrudgingly accept my money and then dump all my change onto the counter and proceed to ignore me from then on, thus leaving me in the enviable position of picking up every last coin and note and getting in the way of the next customer. Oh, and of course, having more than one cashier would be the utmost in bourgeois extravagance. Bitter? Moi? Admittedly, the local Kwik-E-Mart is an exception some of the time, when I get the friendly, chatty cashiers who've promised to try to set me up with a local girl. (I didn't really have the heart to turn them down, after all, good cashiers are hard to come by) They're a breath of fresh air, as are some other shops. Ikea springs to mind. Anyway, enough of the bitterness. If I let it get to me I'll end up becoming just as bad as them. Because as everyone knows, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering, and suffering leads to becoming a stroppy cashier at Buddy Mart.