Me: “How can I help you, sir?”
Customer: “I’ll take a large coffee and something for my wife…maybe an apple cruller?”
(He pays for his stuff and I see him walk out to a car parked right in front of the store. He gets in, but the car doesn’t move. After about a minute, he storms back into the store.)
Customer: *loudly* “What kind of donut do you recommend for a hatchet-faced old witch?!