OMG. . .Cafe Conversations A Day Late

Shoot, I just realized it was Thursday and I never posted Cafe Conversations yesterday. . .
Lady: (brings a bag of coffee to the counter) Grind this for gold cone filter (and switches back to her cell phone conversation).

Barista: Excuse me, Ma'am (and she looked very perturbed at being called ma'am and being called away from her oh so important cell conversation) This is already ground.

Lady: No it's not (she said with an imperious wave of her hand) I just gave it to you (wow, she really wasn't getting it).

Barista: No, I mean this is a pre ground bag of coffee. It isn't whole bean coffee.

Lady: Of course it is, now go grind it (and goes back to her conversation)

At this point I stepped over to the counter and took the bag of coffee, opened it and stood in front of the grinder and turned it on and just waited for two minutes while she chatted and her cell phone, then I folded the bag back up handed it to the cashier and said "one fresh ground bag of coffee."
I thought my co-worker was going to pee her pants from trying not to laugh as the lady threw a ten on the counter, took her coffee and sashayed off.

"Sometimes," I told my co-worker "It is better not to fight, or argue or explain. Just give them what they think they want."