Maybe If He Got Less Sun…

I work at a restaurant and we have a senior menu that offers free coffee and ice cream to those over sixty. We never ask if they are a senior; we just assume by the color of their hair and the way that they have aged in order to make them feel comfortable.

Supervisor: “Hello, what can I get started for you?”

Gray-Haired Man: “I would like a burger and fries and a large coffee.”

My supervisor enters in the order and selects a senior coffee.

Supervisor: “All right, anything else?”

Gray-Haired Man: “Nope, that will be all.” 

Supervisor: “Okay. So, is everything on the screen correct?”

Gray-Haired Man: “A senior coffee?!”

Supervisor: “Yes, it’s free; isn’t that what you ordered?”

Gray-Haired Man: “I’m f****** 27!”

Supervisor: “Oh, my, I’m so sorry, sir. How about I just give it all to you for free? I deeply apologize.”

The man stays silent and moves off to the side to wait for his order. 

Me: “I would have just taken the free coffee.”