It is another crazy night at the restaurant and I am sat with a middle aged couple. They are very nice and require very little attention, my favorite. The lady orders a coke and the man asks for a coffee with cream. I return with their drinks and begin taking the order. While the lady is ordering I watch as the man opens up one of the coffee creamers and shoots it down like a shot of tequila. I do a double take and have to ask the lady twice whether she said salad or soup. I am convinced that I imagined the event until I ask him what he would like for dinner and he responds by taking another shot of creamer, leaving his coffee untouched. I take his order for a steak and return to the computer to send it in. When I get back to the table with the salads I notice that there are about 5 empty creamer containers all stacked neatly on the table. “Do you need some more creamer for your…um…coffee?” I ask setting down his salad. The man looks over to his wife with a guilty smile only to be met with her cold gaze and then looks up at me. “No, I think I have been cut off.” He never did touch that coffee.