"Sights sounds and a new flavour. what would you like missy"?

The usual greeting of my neighbourhood coffee dude. I always think it's rhetorical and ignore his amused expression with a wonky morn smile. Like ofcos I want coffee lad. Like my usual cuppa...uggghh. What would you say if I said sounds huh? Would you ring the christmas bell bring out a misletoe and ask me to kiss you?!
It's his usual morning eccentricity that gets him his easy cushion fluff to sit on and greet us fellow customers. I have a strange feeling he is an unhappy man but that would be too extreme for a morning coffee thought. What is the matter with me. Why do I look at everything with my grey tinted spectacles. Can't he just be happy and can't I just genuinly smile back and say "'ey my papermachecoffee man,how about a different flavour today eh"?
We work in strange ways. We' see green pastured butterfly babies when we want and squished splattered slugs when we dont want to see.
I love my coffee santa. Even though he has just one question to ask me, everyday of my life.
...well someone's gotta answer them with a misletoe!