"Are you sure you should be making coffee? You look like hell."

I slammed the rude customer's coffee down on the counter with a fake-ass grin on my face. "I've never felt better."

She gave me the stink-eye and must've been the defending champ of sneering because her upper lip just about reached her forehead. "I'm going to disinfect this cup."

"Okay, you do that." I saluted, dismissing her, and then turned my attention to the next customer in line.

I was sure ...