No thanks…

This guy came back again.

Instead of being rude, though, he pulled a cigar out of his pocket, sniffed it, told me he found it there when he took his winter coat out of storage, and asked if I wanted it.

I politely declined.

I’m beginning to wonder if he reads this blog… Maybe I should start a new one dedicated to him.


Really glad I don’t work for you.

This guy came in again today. Same exact guy.

He looks at our poster advertising a box of take-out coffee for $14.00.

Him: (snorts) Fourteen dollars? For eight cups of coffee? That’s horrible.

Me: (vague smile) Yeah…

Him: I mean, it’s almost as bad as the mark-up on iced tea.

Me: (explanatory) Well, that price includes the cups and the special carrying box, and cream and sugar and lids and everything…

Him: (snorts again) Because sweet-n-low is so expensive.


Rude, rude, rude. I’m seriously considering asking him not to come back.

Glad I don’t work for you

Businessman wearing a suit walks in. He orders a cappuccino. I am making it…

Man: (staring at a shelf that contains eight jars of biscotti, six bags of three different kinds of coffee, and twelve boxes of four varieties of snack mix) What’s that?

Me: …the biscotti?

Man: (sarcastically) Oh, is that what it’s called? What is it?

Me: Sorry, I didn’t know what you were looking at. There’s a lot on that shelf.

Man: (points at coffee) Coffee. (points at snack mix) Trail mix. (points at biscotti) What is that?

Me: Sorry. It’s… Italian. It’s like a hard cookie. For dunking in coffee or tea or wine. It’s really good.

Man: It’s probably not a big seller.