Someone Needs To Be The Voicebox Of Reason

Customer: “I don’t appreciate the service here!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, why is that?”

Customer: “That little girl in the back window is very rude. She looked at my husband weird. He has a voicebox for his neck.”

Me: “I’m sorry to hear that, ma’am.”

Customer: “Tell you what. Give us our food for free and we won’t sue you guys.”

Me: “…”

(We never got sued for it.)