(I work at a restaurant that specializes in roast beef. A customer is standing at the end of the counter, staring at the meat slicer.)

Customer: “Can I touch the beef?”

Me: “Sorry?”

Customer: “The beef. On the slicer. I want to touch it.”

Me: “Uh, I can’t let you do that.”

Customer: “But why?”

Me: “Well, we can’t turn the slicer off during the lunch rush unless we’re putting a new roast on it.”

Customer: “Oh, you don’t have to turn the slicer off, I just wanna touch the beef!”

Me: “Well, I don’t want to serve anyone a sliced beef and finger sandwich today, so tough luck.”