He didnt panic

I put the pump gun back in and went to pay.
Number 2 pump. Dont forget the number.
Open the door and squeeze in behind the longest queue Ive ever seen. We are packed in like a can of herring.
Seems to be some issue holding us all up. A motorbike rider with his helmet still on is at the pay counter. I marvel at the old guy working behind the counter. Hes punching in magical figures. Its all very mysterious but hes not panicked. A furrowed brow perhaps but he has obvuously been in this situation before. Im trying to guess the problem. Fake cedit card? Wrong input? Computer freeze?
After the longest 5 minutes ive experienced in years he apologizes to the motor bike rider. Then apologizes to each one of us as we come up to pay.
That old guy sure knows how to handle pressure!