We Don’t Know What The Issue Is But We’re Willing To Take A Stab At It

A customer wanders into the butcher’s, and she seems a little off.

Customer: *Rude and gruffly.* “I want rump steak.”

I go into the locker, get the meat, and cut it. We always show the customer the meat before we sell it to them. I show her this steak, and she totally freaks out.

Customer: *Screaming.* “I ordered f****** rib you dumb s***!”

Me: “You didn’t. You asked for rump steak.”

My initial suspicions that not all was right with this woman is confirmed as she escalates from angry shouting, to:

Customer: “I’m going to f****** stab you!”

At this point, my boss, plus two colleagues, look over, all brandishing various knives, some being steak knives that more or less look like machetes and start simply waving them around.

The customer screams and storms out, thankfully never to be seen again.