During high school, I worked at a burger joint.
There was this one woman who would always come into drive-thru during the afternoon and ask for a junior burger with extra onions — and I mean a LOT of extra onions. And no matter how many we put in, she always came into the store and b****ed that there weren’t enough. Still, this was in the middle of the afternoon, so we didn’t care.
However, one day, we had four buses full of US Army enlistees at the store at the same time. (Convoys of chartered buses would go by periodically, and they usually stopped at our store because the bus drivers knew my boss.)
These people were always the nicest, most respectful people you can possibly imagine, which was a welcome change after dealing with a**holes the whole day. They also always ordered a crap-ton of food — all king size, tons of double and triple burgers, the whole nine yards. My boss would always have me give them the “senior discount” — 15% off — and they enjoyed that immensely because it said that they were getting a senior discount on their receipts.
Anyway, as nice as they were, they strained our store to the limit because they ordered so much food.
We were almost literally going hammer and tongs to keep up, and then our regular came into the drive-thru.
Manager: “Just grab two handfuls of onions and put them on the sandwich; we don’t need a scene when we’re as far behind as we are.”
I did so. I could barely close the f***er because of all the onions, but I managed it, and we gave it to her.
Remember, the store was completely full of US Army enlistees. They probably had not had fast food for weeks — I think they were going from boot camp to get their first assignments — and the line was out the door.
Suddenly, the woman was pushing her way past all of these people, rudely shoving them out of her way. She came up to the counter and started screaming.
Customer: “This doesn’t have enough f****** onions!”
My manager was angry, so she took the sandwich and handed it to me.
Manager: “Do whatever the h*** you want with it.”
I dumped the ENTIRE F****** TUB of onions on this burger. Then, I wrapped it up really, REALLY tight and taped it shut. (The wrappers were somewhat elastic.) My boss handed it to the woman, and she opened it right on the counter.
Customer: “I need to make sure you idiots have put on enough this time!”
This was even though this burger wrapper was almost three times bigger than normal.
That, plus the elasticity of the wrapper, meant that there was an onion explosion all over her.
It was so dramatic, and so freaking awesome, that all the troops were trying not to laugh. One of their officers was standing right next to the woman, waiting by the counter for his food, and finally, he just gave up and started laughing his a** off.
She didn’t come back for a month, and she never, EVER complained about not having enough onions.