Getting A Raw Deal

I made some soup for the diner/takeout place I worked in as a teen, but I put the carrots in later than I should have, and so they still had a slight crunch to them.

When the first customer bought a cup, he stormed back in after a few minutes.

Customer: “Are you f****** idiots trying to kill me?!”

Me: “Sir, what are you—”

Customer: “—The carrots in this soup are uncooked! You’re trying to give me food poisoning from uncooked carrots!”

Me: “Sir, you can’t—”

Customer: “—Give me a refund, or I’ll f****** sue this place!”

At hearing all this noise, my manager walks out from the back, holding a raw carrot, taking bites out it, while maintaining eye contact with the customer and keeping a straight face.

Manager: “What’s this I hear about suing us for food poisoning?”

Customer: “…”

Manager: *Takes another bite.* “Come back in a couple days, see if I’m still around, would ya?”

The customer swears at us and storms out. I turn to my manager.

Me: “You hate raw carrots.”

Manager: *Now making a disgusted face and throwing the uneaten part of the carrot into the trash.* “I know, but making dumb-a**es realize they’re being dumb-a**es tastes better!”