"Want some coffee?" he said. I blearily nodded and weakly held out my cup, shaking it slightly for either the universal sign of "I need more please" or "I've had way too much." There's a fine line of distinction there.
Turns out we're using a new individual coffee pod system, replacing the old and much-
I know this because the salesman told me all about it. I also know this because I've made coffee before. The salesman also helpfully read to me every coffee label on the display rack, too. He told me the Dark Roast was "kind of a darker roast" and that the Breakfast Blend was "a mild blend that people like with breakfast." Me, I just wanted my coffee.
"Ah, I see you've done this before!" he said, as I dispensed with all froo-frah and started the coffeemaking process. What, I thought, made coffee? No, dude, this is the first time I've ever had the stuff. I hear it tastes like strawberries.
Finally my charming people skills paid off and he realized I wasn't going to be very receptive to his hard sell and compliments, so he let me do my thang, backing off to the other side of the break room. There he took out his cellphone and dialled a few digits.
"Get me voice mail!" he barked into the phone. It all sounded very important. I hope he lands that big contract. Me, I just hope this coffee doesn't suck.