Thinks He’s A Hot Shot

(I am manning the drinks station. It’s a bit before everyone was really into coffee and we used to filter it into a couple of thermos jugs and pour from the jug when ordered.)

Customer: “Coffee, a fresh one.”

Me: “Certainly, there is one just finishing filtering now.” *pours coffee, puts it on tray*

Customer: “Well, that won’t be strong enough.”

(All the while his wife is watching quietly with a long suffering expression.)

Me: “I can pour you one from the other filter, if you prefer?”

Customer: *stony stare*

Me: *pours coffee from other jug and hands it over*

Customer: “Well, that won’t be hot enough, will it?” *jams his finger into the visibly steaming cup to prove his point and scalds himself*

Me: “Would you like to run that under cold water for a while?”

Customer: “No, we’ll just take this coffee.”

(At this point his wife finally chips in.)

Customer’s Wife: *very calmly but firmly* “I don’t want it now you’ve stuck your finger in it.” *walks away*

Customer: *follows without another word to me*

Me: *stunned*