A Sense Of Inflaming Doom

Me: “Good morning, ma’am. What would you like to order today?”

Customer: “I need to order half a dozen cinnamon raisin bagels.”

Me: “Sure, I will get that for you.”

Customer: “Just so you know, they have to be slightly burned, but not too slightly burned. They cannot look perfect without a small burn. Otherwise, I will freak out and have a bad day!”

(I search through the cinnamon raisin bagels for those with the slightest burn. Thinking this should be satisfactory, I present them to her for inspection.)

Customer: “They are too burned! You ruined my day! I warned you! I demand to see your manager!”