All Alone In Their Provolone

I’m making a customer’s sandwich; it’s lunch hour and there is a long line of customers.

Me: “Hello, ma’am, what can I get for you today?”

Customer: “Yes, I’d like a footlong ham.”

Me: “All righty, on what kind of bread?”

Customer: “Italian.”

I make the sandwich.

Me: “Okay, ma’am, and what kind of cheese would you like on your sandwich?”

Customer: “Provolone.”

I reach out and grab the provolone cheese.

Customer: “Umm, excuuuuse me, I said provolone cheese.”

I nod and proceed to put the cheese on her sandwich.

Customer: “EXCUSE ME! ARE YOU F****** PAYING ATTENTION TO MY REQUEST?!”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, you asked for provolone cheese.”

I continue to lay out the cheese.

Customer: “ARE YOU STUPID?! I WANT PROVOLONE CHEESE; THAT’S NOT PROVOLONE!”

I let out a sigh and name and point to each cheese.

Customer: “DON’T YOU LIE TO ME! I KNOW MY CHEESE!”

She stormed out with nothing.