The possibly high guy behind the counter (I live in Colorado, so I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt) tells me they just dumped the tea. I order an iced coffee.
I ask him what they do with the bagels at the end of the day.
"We give them away," he says. To charity, he means.
"That's nice!" I reply.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool, [especially] because other places throw them away or whatever."
This does not phase me, especially because of what he says next.
"Do you guys ever take them home?"
"Sometimes. I get sick of them."
I laugh as if I too get sick of free bagels, when in truth, I do not. I've never had free bagels, I just know bagfuls of them get tossed at the end of the day.
This is important info: they don't always give them to charity. That's when I knew I had my chance.
"Do you ever give them to customers?"
He looks away from me, and mumbles a few words.
I realize they're still open, so I take the pressure off of him to get me the free stuff now. I smile. "I can hang out," I say.
I sit at a table while they clean up, and I drink my iced coffee. In a few minutes, he calls me over. We're in front of a huge case of bagels, and he starts picking out bagels for me. I ask him if I can get a pretzel one, and that asiago one, and on and on. He stops at half a dozen. I tip him a few bucks and leave.