It's been a month since my mother died. I'm now 28 years old. I've been working at Starbucks to pay off the house. A guy walked in with computer and ordered a Hot Chocolate. So I went behind the bar and made it. He told me his name was MatPat. So I wrote in pretty writing on the side of his cup
~ Matpat ~
Once I finished writing it I pour some hot chocolate in it and put a lid on it. And brought it over to him.
"Good thing you ordered the hot chocolate."
"Why?"
"The coffee tasted like mud because it was ground a couple of minutes ago."
He thought about it for a minute then laughed.
"Stealing someone's coffee is called 'mugging'. So I'll stick with hot chocolate."
I looked at him confused.
"You got the pun. But at the wrong time. Next time your girlfriend steals a sip of your coffee say that. If she's like me she'll laugh. But others cringe."
"Actually I don't have a girlfriend."
"Oh well maybe your buddies or something. Now I have to make more puns at other customers. Thank you for coming to Starbucks."
I walked away from the man and went to the next customer.