"After assembly, and after it was wrapped up and the paper was starting to become translucent from the grease oozing out of this monstrosity, she asked me to microwave it for 60 seconds. What emerged from the microwave was a warm, limp, soggy mess that felt like poorly set Jell-O in my hand.
"The woman paid and left, and I was left wondering if I should have denied her service based solely on her order. Fears that she may not have survived the sandwich were made worse by the fact that I never saw her in the store or at the strip mall ever again." -- Cullen O’Neil
Talk about cheeseheads!
"I volunteer at a concession stand for Lambeau Field. This past year, on the last game of the season, I had the weirdest customer experience my stand has probably ever seen.
"It's December in an outdoor stadium, a little bit before the game, so the lines are maybe one or two deep, which means that we're busy, but not overly so, like we will be right before the game or at halftime. I get a group of three late-30-somethings, maybe a little drunk, that want five soft pretzels between the three of them. In our menu, you get a free little souffle cup of cheese with your pretzel, which is enough for most people, but these fine folks insist that they will need more cheese. 'How much more?' I ask, readying myself for probably telling them it'd be an extra charge.