A Storm Of Entitlement

I am working the meat counter in my grocery store, and a strong storm has just blown through.

Customer: “Got any thicker pork chops?”

Me: “No, sir. I’ve already cut everything I had.”

Customer: “How can you be out of them?”

Me: “We didn’t have much after the storm.”

Customer: “You should have ordered more. You know, life doesn’t end just because there’s a hurricane. It’s ridiculous that I can’t get the thick pork chops that I want.”