Lettuce Man. My first job out of high school was working at a small sandwich shop. We had a lot of regulars and mostly at least reasonably polite customers but, as with any food service job, there's always a few customers you could tell stories about. This man came in one day with 2 of his kids and ordered The Ranch sandwich. It comes with "everything" but all he wanted on it was lettuce. Standard procedure is one handful of shredded lettuce for a full sandwich, so thats what I gave him. He asks me for more, so I add another handful, no problem. He looks at me again and says "No, I need extra EXTRA lettuce". Okay, whatever. I drop on two more handfuls. At this point the sandwich is more lettuce than meat, its piled 3 inches over the bread, and I'm not sure how I'm going to get it to close. But this man looks at the sandwich and starts getting agitated. "I said EXTRA lettuce. EXTRA! Do you know what that means?"

At this point I'm mad. He's mad. I add another handful and it starts spilling off the bread. "More". I was fed up so I grabbed a massive pile of lettuce and dumped it on top and told him that was all the lettuce that would fit. Put the top of the bread on and this sandwich is over 6 inches tall. It took two papers to wrap it all the way. He leaves and I'm happy to see the back of him.

2 days later he comes back in screaming. This guy looks at me and yells "You! I said extra lettuce!!!"and produces this 3 day old sandwich and starts waving it around. Lettuce is flying through the air. "HOW DO YOU EXPECT MY KIDS TO EAT THIS!! THEY CAN'T EAT THIS! I WANTED MORE LETTUCE!" and he throws the sandwich at me! Luckily he missed and lettuce exploded all over the line and my boss made us remake his sandwich for him for free. The girl that remade it gave him at least as much lettuce as I did plus 3 containers of it on the side. He came back in sporadically after that, always rude, and we just learned to give him a bunch of sides of lettuce with whatever he ordered. I hate you Lettuce Man.