(I am cashier at a small cafe in California. Two tourists, a man and his teenage son, walk into the cafe. His son decides what he wants and his father starts yelling at him.)

Me: “Sir, what’s wrong? Something I can help you with?”

Customer: “Can you get me a sandwich and a soda? Oh, and get this guy some soup.”

Customer’s son: “Dad, I don’t want some soup! I just want a bagel!”

Customer: “SON, YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO ME WHEN YOU EAT BAGELS! YOU KNOW IT BRINGS BAD MEMORIES!” *storms out*

Customer’s son: “Dad!” *runs after him*

(From that day onward, I always suggested the soup.)