Confusius.

I've began to notice that most of my stories involve men. To support this theory I have yet another little bit about yet another odd man.
For some reason or another, it was actually busy at work. I finally had more to do than sit down on two overturned milk cases with a good stephen king in hand.

This man was next in line..he orders a coffee.
-'A small?' I ask.
- 'Yes, yes! With one crème and 3 sugars inside.' He almost spits out he's talking so fast. His words seem to ram into eachother and grunt: Hey watch where you're going asshole!
I make his coffee just as he asked..or so it seemed.
- 'What! (sounded more like VAAT!) You put de cream inside?' He exclaims.
- 'But you said..'
- 'Fine fine, give me coffee.' He gives in, ushering me along with a wave of the hand.
So I give him his coffee and move on to the next person in line.
- 'More crème!' The man demands. 'More sugar too!' I excuse myself to the customer I had been serving and grab the cream and sugar.
- 'I need new cover for coffee, please..I excuse myself..I'm sorry, sorry.' He adds. Not only does his cover have nothing wrong with it, there is hardly a drop of coffee on it..why use another one!
I hand him the cover and he finally leaves...for good, atleast for tonight.
So, verdict.
a) Learn your demands...indide or ON THE SIDE?
b) Say please more often!
c) Stop wastin coffee lids god damnit!

Taxi Driver.

Back to dunkins it seems to be...working the late shift once again...crap.
The good part is I happened to fall upon an interresting exchange, it went as follows.
Man comes in, orders coffee + donut, combo number 1.
Second, slightly drunker man comes in, approaches man number 1.
- 'Hey, are you the taxi driver?' He began, in a drunken slur of words.
- 'Umm, yah.'
- 'Would you want to give me a ride home?'
- 'Sure, where do you live..'
- 'Where do YOU live?' asks the drunk.
- 'But i'm driving you home...Where do you live?'
- 'In the area...' He answers vaguely. 'But first, what are you? Cause I'M jewish and I only take rides by other Jews.
- 'Well I guess you'll have to ask someone else..'
- 'Damn right i will! I'm Jewish!'
This is when the taxi driver grabs his coffee and donut and heads toward the door..drunk in tow, still asking questions.
-'So where you from?'

What do you think ended up happening?
a) He gave him a ride.
b) He continued annoying every other customer outside until I was on the verge of calling the police.
c) He managed to convert the taxi driver to being Jewish.