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.
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.
This is a coffee shop, Lady.
I cannot sell you a band-aid.
No amount of indignation, accusation, lying, pressure, or insults can change that.
All those things do is land you on my blog.
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.