Used to work at a quaint, family-owned seafood restaurant when I was a teenager. We sold fried corn, three pieces per order. If you wanted more, you better mention it and it’s gonna cost you extra.
Had a woman get a take out order and then drive back, screeching how she didn’t get all of her corn. I open her bag, there’s three pieces. I explain that it’s all there, no mistakes at all, and even offer to give her a free drink for her drive home. She proceeds to go batshit crazy inside the restaurant, demanding that we give her extra food for free because she thought the order came with more. Being extremely tiny and young, I was terrified.
My managers are willing to work with misunderstandings, but they threw that bitch out.