Hit The Road, Pepper Jack

The restaurant I work in has a salad bar. One woman is going through making a salad when she starts yelling at me.

Customer: “Sir! SIR!”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, how can I help you?”

The customer is loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear.

Customer: “There is mold in the swiss cheese! This cheese is moldy! I will not be eating moldy cheese and I demand my money back!”

Me: “Oh, my goodness, I am so, so sorry about this. Let me run and get my manager, just one second.”

I run to find my manager but can hear the customer telling other customers that the swiss cheese is moldy and that no one should eat anything off of the bar.

My boss makes his way over to the woman and asks what the issue is, and she tells him about the moldy cheese.

Manager: “That’s pepper jack cheese. Those are little peppers in there. Not mold.”