A few years back I ordered a cheeseburger plain. It came. I opened the wrapper as I walked away from the counter. I saw that it was not plain. I walked back to the counter. Nobody came to the counter.
But the manager asked me what I wanted from about 5 ft behind the counter. I told him I ordered a plain cheeseburger and this isn’t plain ... holding it on my open palm.
He said “Let me see” and cupped his hands like a softball catcher would. I did a backhand toss to him on target. He made a perfect catch.
I woke up on the floor, blood everywhere. The man behind me was the manager’s brother and thought I had dis-respected his brother. He had picked up a stainless steel napkin holder with sharp corners and slammed it into my temple near my right eye.
No apology, just anger from the brother.
A couple stictes later I was good to go from the ER.
Did you press charges against that fool?
Like my big sister used to tell me, “Either eat the d#m thing onions and all or pick them off, but don’t you dare make me wait the extra five minutes while they make you a plain burger.”