The Only Thing Cold Here Is That Woman’s Heart

I am with my grandparents at a fast food restaurant and we overhear this exchange between a rather rude woman and the greeter.

Woman: “I DEMAND MY FOOD BE FREE!”

Greeter: *Politely* “What was the problem with your food?”

Woman: “MY FOOD WAS COLD! THIS IS THE THIRD WEEKEND IN A ROW I’VE BEEN HERE, AND YOU CONTINUE TO SERVE COLD FOOD?!”

The cashier then gives her meal for free, and she storms off in a huff. I then approach to get a seat for my grandparents and me.

Me: “If this was her third weekend in a row here, why does she keep coming back? I get the second time, but not a third if the problem persists.”

We exchanged a couple of stories about rude customers trying to get free food like that until a table opened up, which wasn’t long. We passed the woman’s table, which had a short stack, sausage, and eggs; each was eaten about halfway, if not a little more. I could still see the steam rising from the freshly made food.