Missing Some Nuggets Of Information

It’s the beginning of lunch hour. A customer orders a fish sandwich with extra tartar on the side. We run out of little side cups, so we use a chicken nugget box. It’s the smallest we have: a four-piece.

The line grows as it is lunch hour, and the fish customer comes up to the front of the line and puts the nugget box down for all to see. He then has the smuggest look on his face as he says in a loud voice:

Customer: “I did not order nuggets! I ordered a fish sandwich with extra sauce on the side!”

I said, “Excuse me,” to the customer I was currently helping and flipped open the nugget box to show the extra sauce in said container.

He then hung his head and went back to his meal.