In The End, It Was A Tooth For A Tooth

We had this regular who, in my unprofessional opinion, was bat-s*** crazy, but she was a regular, so we had to be nice.

She comes in for lunch one day and screams loudly:

Customer: “There’s a tooth in my food! A tooth!”

She causes quite a big scene and starts yelling at the chefs over the counter:

Customer: “It must be one of yours! You probably have AIDS. You gave me AIDS!”

The manager on duty tries to calm her down.

Manager: “Are you sure the tooth is not yours?”

Customer: “You need to test your kitchen staff for AIDS. One of them could’ve given me AIDS!”

The manager comps her meal and sends her on her way. She calls back thirty minutes later.

Customer: “So… uh… the tooth was mine. Can I have it back?”

Manager: “Sure, if you pay for the meal that we comped for you and you never come back.”