Abel’s Tackle Box and Deli

Super surly, rude, and completely devoid of basic math skills.
I went in fairly close to closing– I was fishing the sunset high tide and needed fresh bait– my bad?
Lady behind the counter was a turbo-​bitch. I get it– stupid tourist, wanting to spend money, asking what to buy. Again– my bad?
I asked for a dozen live shrimp («what, are you gonna catch half a dozen fish tonight?». f off, lady) and a live crab (hoping to entice a tarpon). Handed her my card– «Sorry, $ 10 minimum.» Asked her what else I should buy, got an annoyed look and an even more annoyed suggestion for some sodas. Said I’d take a spoon to go after some ‘cuda, changed my mind to light bait rig.
Total came to $ 14. «Did you take the spoon off?» «YES!» She redid the math, taking the spoon off. $ 10. «Better?»
Tip for you, bitchy old lady– if I wanted to get treated like an asshole, I’d come in acting like one. But when I come in politely asking for help spending my money, it would be in your best interest to oblige.

Hey, I liked this place. A great breakfast sandwich in the morning from a place that looks like it’s used to serving only the locals. The owner was just sitting outside shooting the $%^* with his next door neighbor and his dog.
If you’re squeamish about germs, you may want to think twice, but I found the sandwich delish and just what I needed to start my day out right in the keys. It’s a month later and I’m still alive, so I’m sure you’ll be fine. Support your local businesses. Or at least A local business.