Married To The Macchiato

I’m a regular at a coffee shop. Lately, the same woman has been coming in with her husband and trying to take my drinks. A simple reminder usually puts her in her place, but not today. She comes to the shop with the same man, and this time, she smirks at me and swipes my coffee, which is more expensive than what she ordered.

Barista: “Ma’am, for the last time, that isn’t yours!”

The woman starts speaking to her husband. The barista walks over to their table.

Barista: “Ma’am, you took that girl’s drink. Again. I’ve noticed a pattern with you. You always order cheap coffee and then take someone else’s. That stops here and now. You’re wasting other people’s money and the shop’s money. Either take what you ordered or don’t come back with your husband.”

Customer’s Husband: “You’ve been snatching other people’s drinks?! Is that how you could afford all those macchiatos? What is wrong with you? You are so rude to others! I can’t believe I married you!”

He bought me a new drink, and his wife was asked not to return unless she paid back every cent she conned.