"'Well,' she snarls, doing a good impression of Lucifer, 'I changed my mind.'
"I'm completely stunned. I bring the wings into the back and put some fresh ones in the oven and specify sauce on the side, and go back to tell the customer it'll be 10 minutes.
"Ten minutes later, I give her the wings, and lo and behold, there's something wrong with them -- they're not crispy enough. Keep in mind that we put our wings through the oven twice to prep them, and when a customer orders them we just throw them through the conveyor oven in a dish to heat them up.
"OK, so we put them through a second time. AND THEY'RE STILL NOT DAMN CRISPY ENOUGH.
"She's been in the store for an hour now. We put them through a third time, and as I'm turning around to see how they're doing, I hear this ungodly crunch. Slowly, I turn around. Her husband, who isn't a very big man, has broken our bench. Legit, three of the boards are broken and his ass is on the floor. This wasn't an old or weak bench, we had only opened two months prior. Buddy must have literally thrown himself at this bench to break it.