Slicing And Dicing The Sanity Away

I used to work with food, sandwiches, salads, and soups. I remember one time when the store was quiet, there were only a few guests, and I had just made this salad for a lady. Apparently, I made it wrong, though, because she walks up to me and demands:

Customer: “Get me a new salad!”

I’m a bit dumbfounded because the salad looks fine to me.

Me: “What’s wrong with it?”

Customer: “You work here, you should know what’s wrong with it!”

Me: “I’m afraid I don’t, but if you tell me what’s wrong with it I’ll gladly make you a new salad.”

Customer: *Rolls her eyes.* “The avocado is supposed to be diced.”

I look down at her salad and pause for a moment, trying to comprehend.

Customer: *Rolls her eyes harder.* “Ugh! Look! The avocado on my salad is sliced! Not diced! Sliced!”

I just kinda stared at her for an uncomfortably long time. I was just waiting to see how serious she was, told myself if this goes past fifteen seconds, I’ll make her a new salad. She got uncomfortable and dropped it after about ten, hopefully realizing how crazy she was sounding to want a whole new salad because of avocado piece dimensions.