R: This tiramisu is stale. Any chance you have something fresher lying around?
J: This tiramisu is only two hours old, sir. We make ours fresh every day.
R: Two hours, huh? I guess my palate is sensitive to restaurant bullshit.
J: Excuse me, sir?
R: You made it two hours ago and threw it in the fridge. I’m not eating this.
J: I’ll be happy to take it back and replace it with a new dessert, on the house.
R: Yeah, you’d like that. Some four hour-old chocolate cake, yesterday’s cannoli. You’ll stop at nothing to humiliate your customers’ good tastes. I’m outta here.
J: Sir, your check!
R: You can handle it. [huffs away]
J: No, I can’t afford $400 for a single meal when I work for tips five times a week! Pompous bastard.