Cafe Conversations

Yesterday I had a repairman out to look at my coffee brewer. On Saturday the thing freaked out on me. I was in the middle of doing 4 things at the same time when out of nowhere I felt steaming hot water hit me on my back (luckily where my shirt was and no I wasn't burned or horribly disfigured). I turned to see the coffee machine doing it's best Poltergeist impression as it randomly sprayed hot water in all directions. After getting a brew basket on the machine and a bucket to catch the random spurtings I called our phone number to get a work order in. After explaining my issue the girl said "Okay, that is a priority three and someone will be out by close of the next business day." Okay, the next business day would have been yesterday so that was 3 days away.
"Can't I get it priority?" I asked stupidly.
"NO, it isn't that bad," she told me. I felt like asking her to stand in front of the machine so she could be scalded by hot water but bit my lip and said nothing.
After awhile the coffee machine calmed down and we made it to yesterday when Chatterbox the repairman came in to look at it. During our morning rush Chatterbox the genius decides to turn off the water and NOT TELL ME. Meanwhile I am happily whipping up 1/2 caff, soy, sugar free vanilla lattes when the espresso machine takes a poop on me and stops working.
Momentary panic until it flashes the NO WATER signal at me.
"Um," I said to Chatterbox the repairman. "Did you turn off the water?"
"Yup," he said as he stared at the coffee machine.
"OH," I said trying not to get angry. "Could you have told me you were going to do that?" I asked
"Why?"
Oh my God. I know more about this man from his incessant chatter than I really want to know but he can't tell me that he is turning off the water in a cafe. Did he think that that was something I didn't need to know? What a dipshit!
Anyway after much ass kissing and ten minutes of him staring blankly we finally got the water back on and he still had no idea what was wrong with the damn machine.