Always A Barista, Never A Bride

| Hillsboro, OR, USA |

(An older gentleman comes in to order his coffee. He is a regular customer and a lot of times his wife will come in with him, but today she is running late.)

Me: “Hi, what can I get for you?”

Customer: “Just coffee.”

Me: “Alright, that’ll be a $1.50.”

Customer: “Are you somebody’s bride?”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “You know, a wife. Are you somebody’s wife?”

Me: “Not last time I checked, no.”

Customer: “Because I need a bride to warm my hands on and mine is nowhere to be found.”

Me: “Oh. Let’s hope she gets here soon, then.”