Honeybuns For Every Tom, Dick, And Carrie

I work in the dietary department of a nursing home. I wear many hats, but one morning, I am working the dining room. At one table is a resident I’ll call Harry. Every day for breakfast, he orders two honeybuns warmed up. A coworker takes his order while I take care of a resident at the next table. I’ll call her Carrie. Carrie is hard of hearing, so I have to speak very loudly.

Me: “Hi, Miss Carrie. What would you like for breakfast?”

Harry: “Honeybuns!”

Me: *To Harry, as calmly and sweetly as possible* “[Coworker] is getting your honeybuns. I’m talking to Carrie now.”

Me: *To Carrie* “What would you like for breakfast?”

Harry: “Honeybuns!”

Me: *To Harry* “[Coworker] is getting your honey buns. I’m talking to Carrie now.”

Me: *Turning back to Carrie* “What would you like for breakfast?”

Harry: “I said I wanted honeybuns!”

Me: *To Harry* “[Coworker] is getting your honeybuns. I’m talking to Carrie.”

Me: *Turning back to Carrie* “Would you like waffles?”

Harry: *Sighing* “I suppose.”