Needy Americans

I have accepted to replace a co-worker who is a little sick today. Half an hour before the end of my shift, a ridiculous amount of clients comes in to get their 4:30pm sugar fix. A rather large African-American woman wearing the expected grey sweatpants comes in and asks for tea in a painful French. I’m in a rush and answer a: “oui tout de suite”. As I’m running to the next table to take a new order, she adds: “Est ce que vous avez du earl grey?”, to which I say “Oui, bien sur, un Earl Grey donc…’. As I head towards the next table she says ; “Et du citron ? vous avez du citron ?”, I’m starting to get a little annoyed but respond very promptly : “Oui, donc un the citron ?’” she seems to be done, but the moment I turn my back she asks again : “et du miel ? vous avez du miel ?”. At this point, it is fairly clear that she is starting to get on my nerves, I say : “oui, du miel, on en a, je vous amene ca.” She now seems to understand how annoying she has been and pronounces a small: “Je suis desolee” to which I answer a large: “It’s FINE !!”. Her entire face lights up and as I serve her the bloody Earl Grey with honey and lemon, she says: ”Thank you sweety”.