Little Boy: “Can I have a medium Icee?”

Me: “Sure!  That’ll be $1.48.”

(The little boy hands me $1.50 and I give him his change.  He scampers off to get his Icee as his dad stomps up.)

Dad: “Can I get another medium Icee for my daughter?”

Me: “Sure, It’s $1.48.”

(The dad pays and I give him his cup.  By this time the boy is back, happily drinking his Icee and standing next to his dad.)

Dad: (rudely) “WELL?! Where’s my Icee!?”

Me: (confused) “Uh, the cup is right there, sir.”

(The little boy is trying to get his dad’s attention to tell him where the Icee machine is located (it’s self serve). However, the dad is ignoring him and yelling at me.)

Dad: “I PAID FOR AN ICEE, NOW WHERE IS MY ICEE!?”

Me: “Sir, the machine is around the corner.”

Dad: “Finally! God, are you retarded or something?!”

Me: “!?”