“Is there a penalty?” He asked, avoiding looking directly at the clerk while he fingered the bills in his wallet.
“For only buying half?” The clerk replied, his own eyes on the boxes of bullets waiting to be rung up. “Not one you pay with money, sir…”
“Okay, then. Just these.” The customer pushed a few of the boxes closer to the clerk. “And a pack of Camel Menthols, please.” He added after shuffling around in his wallet again.
“Can I see an ID?” The clerk asked automatically. “Actually, never mind. Cigs are on me.”
“Thanks,” He mumbled, not smiling.