I worked a catering gig at the chancellor of UNC-Chapel Hill's house last Friday.
Carolina's legendary basketball coach Dean Smith was in attendance. Smith is like a deity around these parts.
So I was walking past him with a tray full of spent wine glasses and empty dinner plates and he said, "Excuse me."
I stopped. His voice is very nasally. Like the antithesis of Bobby Knight's.
"Can I get some coffee. Black," he asked.
I looked at my tray full of empties and then gazed over at the two girls who were making the rounds in the room with coffee and dessert, then returned to the Dean'er not saying a word.
"That's your job isn't it?" he said.
I wished I had some witty b-ball retort.
I went and got a cup of coffee from one of the girls and placed it in front of him.