This woman ordered a salad tonight with no bacon. She also didn't want the usual dressing, but didn't know what kind she actually did want. She sort of guessed at the dressing part, which concerned me a little, but it comes on the side so I figured she'd know right away.
After she and her yakkity-yakking friends got their salads with extra dressing, I stopped by. "How is everything? Do you all have--"
"Everything is great!" No Bacon flips her hand at me and goes right back to her conversation. Alright then. Whatever. I kept walking by, and they kept ignoring me. Finally, No Bacon had her salad set to the side, and her friends had put down their utensils.
I asked if No Bacon was done eating, and she wrinkled her nose at me. "Well, I asked for no bacon." she pushed the plate away with one fingertip, as if the very plate were loathsome. "And I don't think that dressing was right either!"
"Oh, I'm sorry about that." I wasn't sure what to say since she was staring at me, and she'd also not bothered to say anything in the last thirty minutes about it.
"Well, I used to be able to order it with no bacon!" she just kept looking at me. After confirming I had rung it in correctly, I sent the manager to talk to her before I said something unfortunate like "Yeah, you used to be able to order it with no bacon, but I just don't like your face."