Like many Canadians, my friend worked in a famous coffee chain named after a hockey player. These restaurants can get very busy during the peak times of the day, so patience can run a tad thin in the workers.
[Friend] lived in a small town with a high retiree population, so this coffee house gave a senior’s discount, and the seniors knew about it. It was common for them to request their discount along with their order to ensure they got it.
One day, a senior woman came in during the afternoon rush, and [Friend] greeted her as he normally did.
Friend: “How may I help you?”
Old Lady: “I want a small coffee and my senior’s discount.”
[Friend] began pouring the coffee into the cup.
Friend: “Okay, what would you like in your coffee?”
Old Lady: “I want my senior’s discount.”
Friend: “Yes, ma’am. I will give you your discount. How do you take your coffee?”
Old Lady: *Getting more demanding* “I want my senior’s discount!”
Friend: *Getting exasperated* “Ma’am, I understand. I will give you your discount, but I first need to make your coffee. What do you want in your coffee?”
Old Lady: “MY SENIOR’S DISCOUNT!”
My friend had reached his end. The senior’s discount on a small coffee worked out to be about $0.10, so he reached into the cash till, picked out a shiny new dime, dropped it into the coffee, put the lid on, handed it to the old lady, and said
Friend: “Okay, ma’am. One small coffee with the senior’s discount.”
He immediately went for a break and never came back.
As far as [Friend] could tell, the lady didn’t have any kind of mental issue; she had the full capacity of all of her functions and was just being demanding due to entitlement.