(I was in line at a Texas-style BBQ restaurant that serves you counter-style. A Wall Street-type dressed in a very expensive designer business suit is two people ahead of me.)

Counter guy: “What can I get you?”

Customer: “I need two pounds of moist brisket, wrapped up to go.”

Counter guy: “Sorry, we just ran out.”

Customer: ¬†*slams fist on counter* “AAGGHH, ¬†F***! What the f***?!”

Counter guy: ¬†”Um…. I’m sorry sir. We still have plenty of the lean brisket.”

Customer:¬†”I don’t want the f***ing lean brisket.¬†I came all the way here for the moist.¬†I can’t f***ing believe this s***! What the f***?”

Counter guy: “Sir…”

Customer:¬†”Ahh, s***! I can’t believe I came all the way the f*** up here for this s***. Of course you’re out! Why wouldn’t you f***ing have the moist? Ahh!”

Counter guy: “Sir, really, we have the lean and its still very good.”

Customer: “But I don’t want the lean, I came for the moist.¬†S***! This f***ing sucks!”

Counter guy: “C’mon, sir, just try the lean. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Customer: “No, I won’t! I want the moist. How the f*** can you be out?¬†F***!”

Counter guy:¬†*offers a free sample of lean brisket* “I’ll give you some to try. Please, sir, just try it.”

Customer: “Fine! ¬†I’ll try the d*** lean!”

(He takes a bite.)

Customer: *completely calm* “Yeah. Yeah, that’s not bad at all. I’ll take two pounds to go, please.”