Most mornings I have coffee with colleagues in a cafe in the building I work in. It was called "The Flying Dux" for reasons lost in the mists of its first owner, but now it's just called "The Dux". Unfortunately, "dux" doesn't apply to the staff, who are typically a mixture of odd and pretentious.
They are
trained to say "Enjoy!" brightly as they deposit your coffee in front of you. They're eclectic too, because they don't seem to differentiate between the cup and saucer as suitable receptacles for hot coffee.
They don't know the danger they're in. One of my off-siders is really ready to
kill! She mutters and stabs dark looks of unfeigned resentment at the unsuspecting servitors every time. Not sure if it's the "Enjoy!" or the use of the saucer that brings her on though. I believe it doesn't matter any more, she's just about ready to go postal.
