Snippet of a coffee-shop conversation

[Scene: the Peril's favorite coffee shop, early morning, with a short line of customers waiting to place their orders to the lone barista. A retro Eighties tune of some sort is playing over the coffee shop's sound system, and the gentleman at the head of the line begins to hum along with it.]

BARISTA [cheerfully but wearily]: Well, you're awake this morning, at least.

MUSICAL GENTLEMAN [pleasantly]: I certainly am. Aren't you?

BARISTA [shaking head as she begins to prepare his coffee]: No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.

MUSICAL GENTLEMAN [in apparent astonishment]: But how is that possible? You work in a coffee shop!