"'This lists our entire menu, sir,' she said. 'Everything has fat, except maybe the water and the Diet Coke. Look, even the light salad dressing has fat.'
"This did not placate the guy, who apparently was convinced he was being taken for a ride. 'Unbelievable,' he said, half-raising his hands in the air. He glanced behind him at the line, which was getting fairly long now that he was tying up one of the registers. I don't know what he was expecting -- a mob to rally with him, maybe, demanding mythical fat-free cheeseburgers? Since we didn't all band behind him, he turned back to the cashier, raising his voice again.
"'I didn't ask about your salads. I don't want to eat a salad, I want to eat a sandwich. A burger -- or a chicken sandwich at the very least -- that has no fat. I can't have ANY FAT.'
"Another customer in line, maybe trying to be helpful, said, 'No fat at all? That sounds pretty strict.'
"The guy did not look happy. His nostrils flared and his face started to turn red. 'You would want to be strict too if all that fat was going to YOUR heart!'