That way lies madness.
Seriously, they’ll start yowling for “breakfast” at 1 a.m. if he goes down that road.
(Hell, they probably do anyways but he can’t hear 'em and you’re asleep.)
You’re feeding migrating pollinators. This is a good thing to do. Go find something else to worry about.
My name is Shoe and I approve this message.
Your phone should update automatically.
What if I … 
briiiiiing out the Hellmann’s … 
… would I not be bringing out the best, as I was led to believe?
You should totally start a thread for this.
Oh, c’mon, it’d be fun!
{ puts up dukes, gets ready to throw down out in the parking lot }
I’m team Haagen Dazs coffee, all the way.
Not a bad shift, for a football handegg Sunday. Helped that a few hours in, S.M. sent me to the liquor sto’ corner sto’ for smokes, and was like, “Get yourself something to drink, too.”
Yes, ma’am.
I got a coffee; don’t go clutchin’ pearls.
But it was a nice 2nd break. Sit down a minute in my car, have a quick smoke on the ultra brief drive. Plus, yanno, free coffee.
Alright, Monkey is all UP in my kool-aid for attention, plus I gotta roll my own trash bin out, and speaking of Monks it would probably be a smart idea to scoop his 
box before rolling away the trash can, so … { sigh } having de-pants’ed myself upon arrival at La Casa De La Shoe, as is the local custom, I shall hafta … do the things, and then will probably roll the damn thing out in my bathrobe cuz, yanno what, I really do not feel like putting pants back on.
Brought home another cheese pizza (a large this time!) for some spoiled fucking ratties, since we were dead-ass slow towards the end of the night and had it sitting around.
We were so slow, that { shhh! } not one but two customers got upgraded from their paid-for-medium to a large, cuz we had them friggin’ sitting around anyways.
The 1st guy like a dumbass who looks a gift horse in the mouth asked, “Whyyyyy?” and I gave him my standard noncommittal sweet bullshit answer (“Oh, it’s your lucky night!”) and then a few minutes later had a 
moment, and told S.M. I’m gonna start telling people it’s because they were so polite on the phone.
Might as well reward good behavior, and do a solid for the next several CSRs in their life.
But they gotta actually have said “please” and “thank you” for this to work. Which, to be fair, most people do.
ETA: sometimes it’s because we just have that many large crusts left and ran out of the smaller ones; sometimes it’s because someone was tired/screwed up, and didn’t feel like re-doing a pizza five minutes till close; very very occasionally it’s a deliberate, “ah, it’s So-and-so Regular, let’s just give it to them.”