customer: is this chocolate?
me: yes.
customer: mmm. chocolate.
(she puts chocolate powder on her cappuccino.)
(a draft makes some fall onto the counter.)
customer: oh. i’m getting it all over the counter.
me: that’s okay, the counter loves it.
(no response)
me: this counter, it always says to me, “I’m such a chocoholic!”
(no response)
me: but i don’t know what to make of that.
customer: thanks for the coffee.
me: okay, bye.
(the customer leaves)
counter (to me): don’t sell me out like that, asshole.
