"'What are you, a f***ing idiot? I didn't say shredded, I said I wanted it SHAVED! THIN! What the f*** is wrong with you? Does that s*** look shredded to you?'
"So I apologize and slice up a very, very thin slice of turkey. Hold it up and ask him if that's good enough for him, before I waste another two pounds. It's not. I set the slicer on thinner. At this point it's so thin that it will fall apart if I touch it, so I just say screw it and slice up his two pounds. When I put it up on the scale, he starts yelling at me that it's not thin enough and what the hell is wrong with me, etc. etc.
"At this point I'm on the verge of tears, but I attempt to explain to him that when you cut real turkey at the setting that would be 'shaved,' for something like ham, it falls apart. What this guy wants is impossible. If I move the slicer to cut any thinner, it's going to end up shredded. He screams at me some more, lets me know I'm a horrible human being, and ends up with, 'IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO WAIT ON ME, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!' Because I'm discriminating against him be not being able to change the way turkey cuts.