Guns.

Now that spring is showing it's sexy face to our wonderful city of Montreal,

my D & D is an oven. I mean, I'm hot behind the counter, and when I'm hot, I get drowsy. So this is when mr. X comes in and orders a coffee.

"Am I fat? Do I look fat?" He asks after i place the coffee in front of him. I of course answer with a very french "Ben Non!"He then asks me which donut is the least fatty. After pointing out the whole wheat and old fashioned ones, he waves his hand and says:
"Nah i'll have the chocolate honey dipped,"
GOOD JOB.
Anyway, he pays his fat-saturated donut with coffee.
Then came THE question.

"Do they have guns?"

I thought hard, wondering who "they" was. I figured it was the customers in the lobby, I thought right.
"No, not that I know of..."
"I don't know," he continuued. "You sure?" Then he went to sit down with these men.
I thought of the many things I could have said to this odd question.

a)YES they do! They're out to get you!

b) Yes, but shhh don't tell anyone (wink wink)

c) No, BUT I DO!