"No, thank you."

I don't think people here are used to people who will spend so many words on
such a simple concept. There are places where civility and politeness are
currency -- civility is the small change, and politeness the larger bills. I
take it for granted that words are something I can give to those not used to
receiving except as trade amongst themselves. Waitstaff in restaurants in
particular work for the kind words left with tips on tabletops and in jars at
counters, and all too used to being left without. 

There are a few, too, who understand that those in their employ are hungry,
wanting to be fed, and that jokes and laughter and understanding are the
nourishment that they need after a hard day of twelve hours on their feet and
$2.13 each hour and a "Hello" as they begin their shift is the only guaranteed
payment they receive for their work.

"No, thank you" or "Yes, please" steps around walls and barriers, it is the
token that opens gates and lets one travel freely. Two cents spent to open a
door and step onto the platform, whisked on a journey usually denied to those
who won't pay the fare. Friendships and late nights hanging out and talking,
helping roll silverware and chatting with the waitresses, a drink on the house
or on the barkeep, and smiles and safety in places usually left in the control
of the heaviest drinker. 

There is an economy in words and smiles. There is barter, trade, and there are
gifts too. Some broker praise and try to keep the riches for their own. Some
spread what little they have and know that it comes around with every
transaction. In the impoverished world of trying to make a living when rent
takes almost every penny, and what is left is taken by heat and light and food,
there is no povery in kindness. 

"Care for another?"

"No, thank you. Another time?"

"Any time. You're always welcome."

"Thank you."