A woman is sitting, menu closed in front of her, in a nice restaurant. Angrily, she waves at a passing waiter. “Where’s my dinner?” she demands.
The waiter is nonplussed. “You haven’t ordered yet,” he says.
Unfortunately, the customer is unmoved by mere logic. “You ought to know what I want!”
“But…how would I know that?” the waiter stammers.
“If you really valued me as a customer,” the woman insists, “you’d know what I want.”