Sugar?

A man walks in, goes straight to the condiments, grabs a huge handful of sugar packets, and heads for the door.

Me: Sir!

Him: (turns around) Yeah?

Me: Can I help you?

Him: (approaches counter) My friend got coffee here earlier.

Me: …And he needs sugar?

Him: No, I need sugar.

Me: (takes about 30 packets out of his hand, leaving him with four) And you may have it.

He leaves.