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!