Cold Fury For Breakfast

(A guy comes in around nine am, not drunk, but demands in a very loud voice that he wants breakfast NOW. We already have some breakfasts that have literally JUST been prepped, so I bring him one. He stands for several seconds, staring at the steaming plate of sausages, eggs, beans, and bacon, and says:)

Customer: “This is cold; I want another one.”

Me: *not willing to argue* “Okay, I’ll take this one back and bring you a different plate.”

(The guy suddenly GRABS the edge of the plate and with his other hand starts stuffing BOILING HOT food into his mouth, beans running down his shirt, etc.)

Customer: “It was cold; I want another one.”

(I stood there, unsure what to do, when my manager came to the front and in no uncertain terms told the guy to get the h*** out and never come back.)