Big Box Of Bad

(My mother and I are having lunch at a chain restaurant where we’ve always gotten decent food and great service. The lady at the next table keeps calling our waitress over to complain about her food, to the point where it’s getting on my mom’s nerves. The waitress is apologetic and gets her bill adjusted for her.)

Waitress: “…and here’s your dessert. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience.

Lady: “Thank you. Oh, and can I get a box for the rest of this?”

(Mom and I exchange a look.)

Mom: “That bad, huh?”