...Really?!

Out of all the customers that I serve: kids, grandparents, college students, football fans and church-goers...my least favorite are middle aged women.  

I don't have anything against them except for the fact that they are extremely picky.  They complain the most out of any customer that I get.  Their food is too cold, there dishes are dirty, the light ranch dressing doesn't taste like "light" dressing-you know, stuff like that.  There is nothing wrong with being picky about certain instances when you go out, but I find that middle aged women are more rude about it and I can't for the life of me figure it out.  

SO...getting to my story, yesterday I served a woman like this.  She was actually nice right up until the moment I set the plate of food in front of her.  She had ordered our appetizer sampler, which is a choice of three of our apps on one plate.  As I went to set the plate down, an eggroll slipped off the plate and landed on the table...the CLEAN table.  I apologized for it and she immediately looked up at me and said, "Oh...well I'm going to HAVE to have another one." I looked at her and repeated the question because I thought she was joking!  She was so grossed out that she wanted another one! I picked up the eggroll, which was actually cut in half so she wanted me go back into the kitchen and have me ask the cooks to make her half an eggroll.  I brought the eggroll back set it on a small plate, waited a few minutes and brought the same eggroll out to her...she never even knew the difference.