They put the mayo on right in front of you if you order inside. I guess it was just too much ask that they scrape a little off.
Truthfully, this person was looking for someone to shoot.
“-—scrape it off”-—no way. Not buying stinking up my sammich with the stink of mayo. When I was about 9 I was traveling with my Dad somewhere up US 395 as I recall. Pulled into a place for lunch. We ordered sandwiches and I said “no dressing, please.” Mine came slathered in mayo so I complained. The waitress chick grabbed a knife and scraped off most of it. The sammich was open so she could have given me a clean slice of bread. But, no, after wiping she then slapped the gooey slice onto the rest of it which ruined the whole thing for me. I skipped it. If I’d had a match I might have burned the place down.
I’ve had a grudge against mayo nottzis ever since. Never ate krap then-—ain’t eating krap now. If I have to work an extra hour or two get make something edible I’ll get it done.