They ordered coffee. I served them. I asked, "Anything else with that?" And the son says, "Well, my dad's gonna need some sugar with that" and I pointed out the condiments stand and said they could help themselves. So then the older Daddy Geezer leans over and says,
"Well, perhapsh if you shtir it with your finger it'll be shweet enough!"
I nearly dropped the mugs! I kind of blushed and stuttered and sputtered for a few seconds before weakly replying, "They don't encourage that around here..."
Man, I'm getting skeevy just thinking about it... ewwwww >shudder<...
