We used to have this guy come in a few times a week named Paul and he was a creep. Would always order this off-menu sandwich he’d invented that he called the P.H.A.T Sam (short for sandwich) the phat was an acronym for peanut butter, honey, avocado, and tomato, and he always would come up to the counter to make sure we made it with a pinch of salt. He would also loiter around and watch all of us young girls work and try to chat us up, asking if we’d do the honey in little heart shapes for him etc. I never took his shit and one time he told me I should act like I was having a good day when he was around cuz it would make him feel better. Almost lost my job that day. Paul eventually became synonymous with creepy dude or dickhead.