This One Is A Bad Egg

(I’m taking orders and a man walks up to the register.)

Customer: “Hello, I’d like the breakfast platter.”

Me: “Okay, I can do that; however, now that it is lunchtime, we no longer serve the scrambled egg. You may change it for the round or folded egg, if you’d like.”

Customer: “Oh… okay… The folded, then. That’s like the scrambled egg, right? I’d like it fresh; have them scramble it.”

Me: “Um… well the folded egg is frozen and reheated, so it isn’t like I can have them scramble it like that. Plus, we don’t serve scrambled eggs after breakfast has ended and lunch has begun. If you’d like a fresh egg, the round eggs are fresh.”

Customer: “No, I don’t want a round egg. I want a fresh egg.”

Me: “Well, the round is the only fresh egg I have. The folded egg is frozen, so while I can have it made right now to be as fresh as possible, it will be a frozen egg reheated.”

Customer: “No, I want a fresh egg. Frozen isn’t fresh; that’s like saying a rotten egg is fresh.”

Me: *getting irate* “I never said frozen was fresh, sir. What is it that you want me to do?”

Customer: “I want a manager.”

(I call my manager over and while assisting the next customer, I hear this conversation:)

Manager: “What can I do for you, sir?”

Customer: “First of all, your worker here has a bad attitude and doesn’t seem to want to help me. I want a fresh egg. Do you have it or not?”

(I heard her tell him the same thing I had just previously said. The conversation continued on repeat for the next five minutes until he finally decided to walk out the door in a huff.)