FORDSY:
This was his chance! His chance to “ be smooth ” and “ go get ‘em, tiger ”!! The waiter was hanging around, seemingly a bit anxious to have something to do. It was the perfect opportunity! Stanford offered a little smile (smiling, he found, was the first step to flirting) and thought on his plan.
FIRST, he’d ask the waiter how he liked his coffee. THEN, he’d ask his name in an altogether suave and not desperate way. FINALLY, he’d order the coffee for the waiter and they could have a conversation together. And perhaps, if Stanford was particularly lucky, the waiter would forget his sad, old wrinkly face and become enamoured with his intellect. Oh, it seemed foolproof!
“Yes, actually. How do you like your coffee, Mr. … ah, sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
Bingo.
“How do I like my coffee?”
Why would Ford ask something like THAT? The customers at Greasy’s didn’t USUALLY ask questions of that nature to the waiters. He didn’t even SEE why Ford would WANT to --
-- WAIT A SECOND.
If Ford was asking Ozzie how he liked his COFFEE, then the only LOGICAL progression would be to assume that, at some point, Ford would buy the waiter coffee ( or, at the very least, save this information for FUTURE REFERENCE ).
Confidence RENEWED, Ozzie gave a BRIGHT SMILE to the customer.
“YOU KNOW, I’ve always liked my COFFEE with just a LITTLE bit of sugar. Nothing else. By the way, name’s -- uh, OZZIE.”
The waiter motioned to his NAMETAG in an attempt to cover up the MISTAKE he had almost made in calling himself BILL.
