I’m Looking For A Coffee, It’s Blue

One of our coffee brewers got stuck in a cleaning cycle (not actively dispersing the cleaner, but we couldn’t drain it). We couldn’t move it because of how it was installed, so while we waited for the maintenance tech to get there, we covered it with a big bag, used three “out of order” signs, and used the plastic lock thing to stop people from pouring from the pot.

Later that day, a customer walks up to me and says in a monotone:

Customer: “The coffee is blue.”

I look over at the coffee machine and see that she broke the lock and used her keys to cut the bag open to get to the pot.

Me: *Sighs.* “That one is messed up. There are other coffee machines you could have used.”

Customer: *Now getting mad.* “You could have told me!”

Me: “Ma’am. Let’s be real here. You had to cut through a heavy-duty trash bag and break a lock to get to it. How was that not a warning?”

Customer: “Well then, you should have stopped me!”

She throws her blue coffee to the ground and storms out. Man, coffee addiction makes people feral.