Mad Attempts Communication With a Blond. Nearest Brunette Forced to Intervene.

Mad: Excuse me. The cup of decaf you just pored for me is tepid.

Blond (truly mystified): I'm sorry. What's wrong with your coffee?

Brunette (rolling eyes): It's cold. His coffee is cold.

Blond: Oh! (does nothing)

Brunette (Grating teeth, nostrils flaring ): Get him a fresh cup of coffee!

Blond (completely unphased): Sure!