The man in front of me orders one donut.
“No,” says the woman behind the counter. “You need two.”
“One is all I can afford, unless you lower your prices.”
“Don’t give me that. I can see you have the money.”
“I have it,” he says. “But my wife has me on a budget.”
“Not here. When you come here I am your wife.”
She grabs him one donut and places a single donut hole on top of it.
“When you go home, your wife is in charge,” she says. “But when you are here, I am the boss of you.”
He smiles, pays her, and takes his donut and donut hole to a nearby table. The woman turns to help me, but first she offers an explanation.
“I know him, so I bust his balls,” she says. “I don’t know you, so I will not bust your balls.”