When Jesters Collide

I had an interesting run in the other day. At a coffee shop, had the following conversation with the barrista. It was very spontaneous, very deadpan, and had the few other patrons looking at us like we were crazy. They are correct.

Me: One chocolate croissant, please.
B: That'll be twelve thousand dollars.
Me: I'm a little short.
B: Ok, how does a buck seventy nine sound?
Me: Good. Heck of a discount.
B: We try.
Me: I heard of a guy who bought a hat for
two million dollars. It came with a free
hellicopter.
B. Nice hat.