I know! And then they both shove their credit cards at you and you have to either choose which one to take, or interrupt their mating dance and force them to choose who will pay for their damn coffee. The girl almost always simpers, and the guy usually wins the mock-argument anyway. Sometimes I take the girl's card just to **** with the guy, and to prove to the girl - if she is obviously not wanting to pay, and just saying she will to make herself look good - that a **** does not equal free coffee/food all of the time.
Speaking of cell phone-ers ... heh. I get pretty annoyed at people on their phones in drive through, especially when they apologize to whoever they're talking to and treat me like a nuisance. Sometimes, if there's not a rush/line, I just make them wait awhile. "Oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am, were you talking to ME? Can you please repeat your order?"
Last week I was barring, and it was the afternoon so we had two-person coverage (which is charming in a DT, especially when the morning was too busy to make all the backups, etc., which is frequent), and the other partner on the floor was ringing for front and DT. While we were helping someone in DT a woman walked in the door on her cell phone and browsed the retail wall for a while. When she drifted to the pastry case, I approached her with the whole "can I help you" attitude and greeted her. She ignored me and kept talking, so I went back to the bar. I approached her twice more, I kid you not, and finally I just gave up and assumed she'd let me know when she was ready.
So, DT clears out and my friend - the other partner on the floor - goes to the front because four or five people have just entered the building and are queuing behind Phone Lady. She ignores us this time, too, so I turn to the woman behind her and say something like, "Hello, how are you? What can I get started for you today?" This lady gives me her order, and Phone Lady freaks out - but NONVERBALLY, which is awesome; she just shrugs her shoulders really violently and glares at both of us behind the counter. My friend says, "Oh, are you ready?" and the lady snaps, "Well, I was waiting on you!", to which my friend responds, "Oh, sure. What can we get for you?"
It was understated and priceless, and she made herself look like a total **** to everyone behind her in line. Ah. I love it when they do all of the work for us.