Sounds Like She Needs That Other Seven Eighths

(I work in a cafe, which gets very busy. A lady orders a coffee from a register separate from the cafe, and comes over to tell me that she wants her coffee to be 1/8th strength. I am already a bit flustered, since there are twenty orders to get through. Knowing that this is not enough coffee to dissolve the five sugars that she has ordered, I ask her if she is sure that that is what she wants.)

Customer: “YES! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS TIP OUT HALF OF A 1/4 STRENGTH SHOT!”

Me: “No problem, just double checking. We have quite a few orders to get through, so it may take a bit of time.”

(When I finally get to her order and am just about to pour her milk she says.)

Customer: “Actually, I want you to make that again, in a different milk jug.”

Me: *absolutely fuming by now, with another ten orders after hers* “Sure. Just give me a minute.”

(I give her the coffee once it’s finished and tell her to have a nice day. Then, not even five minutes later she has walked up to the other end of the counter and begins yelling:)

Customer: “WHAT IS THAT GIRL’S NAME?! I WANT HER NAME! I WANT HER FIRED! I WILL RING [OWNER] AS SOON AS I GET HOME. SHE IS GONE!”

(She never rang the owner.)