In Junction City Kansas an Army buddy from Ohio and I stopped for a cup of coffee at a local mom & pop restaurant. We spent several hours just sitting and drinking our coffee (the better part of an afternoon) and chatting about our childhoods back home.
As we talked the waitress would silently walk over and refill our cups. It was a slow day and she was the only other person there the entire time.
As we were leaving I went up to pay the bill. I glanced at it quickly and, astonished, said “You gotta be kidding!’
She’d charged us for just two cups of coffee.
I protested, “We must have had eight pots!”
She said “That’s fine. I just enjoyed listening to you talk.”