A True (I Swear!) Story.
This happened years ago back when I was driving a wrecker for Triple-A. After already working more than 60 hours (our typical winter work week was 80 hours) I NEEDED coffee. I walked into the local Dunkin’ Donuts to get me a cup of the life extending fluid…
D&D: Can I help you?
Me: Large black coffee please.
D&D: How would you like it?
Me: In a cup, please.
D&D: But what do you want in it?
Me: Percocet, vicodin?
Me: Coffee, coffee in cup, lid, lid on cup, give cup, take money.
D&D: But HOW do you want it!?
Me: Hot, thanks.
D&D: Cream? Sugar?
Me: Put the damn coffee in a cup and hand it to me!
D&D: Please, how do you take your coffee?
Me: Apparently with violence.
D&D Manager: Large Black Coffee, on the house sir!
Me: Ahh… coffee.
Hawk (much mellowed with age…)