"You may," Penny said beatificully as she handed the cd over. "You're very polite."
It was wrong of her to try and rile up this utter stranger, but part of her was enjoying the various faces he was pulling as his temper changed.
She began flipping through the albums she'd gathered on her way to the Christmas section and then rearranged them. For a few moments she toyed with soring them alphabetically, by genre or in order of preference. Penny plumped for by genre, and then alphabetically.
Finally, satisfied that everything was in order, she looked up expectantly "Its quite a good album. I'm sure you'll be able to pick one up like it somewhere else."