Customer Forced Me To Clean His Spilled Coffee Until He Was On His Knees Apologizing

kept pouring coffee for a trucker at the counter, in no particular hurry.

He snapped again. Then a third time, louder, clearly expecting the sound alone to summon someone.

I finished the pour, set the pot down, crossed the floor, and kept my voice as level and pleasant as I could manage.

“Sir, I’ll be right with you, but please don’t snap at me.”

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