There’s Muffin Wrong With It

I was selling muffins at my job, and this guy asked for our last cranberry muffin to be grilled and wrapped up to go. When I got it back from the kitchen, all grilled and buttery and awesome, he tried one bite of the corner and said:

Customer: “It’s too dry.”

I just kind of stood there for a second thinking, “Yeah… you had it grilled,” but trying to be a good worker, I said:

Me: “If you try the center, it’s still very moist.”

Customer: “Stop being rude and fix it.”

I did what seemed logical and hit it with the steamer. I know that’s not what you’re supposed to do, but it was the middle of the Sunday brunch rush and I was tired and stressed. He saw this, grabbed a piece of paper, crumpled it, and threw it at my head while yelling at me that I was incompetent and a slur for disabled people.

Me: *Politely* “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Customer: “You need to personally pay for my meal!”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little, at which point he called me a dumba**, grabbed the rest of his muffin, threw at the wall, and stormed out. I had a sip of my coffee and went back to work.