Another day, and yet another customer that enters, just ready to push you over the edge. You dejectedly trudge into your job and realize it is about to be one of those days. As you turn on the open sign and unlock the door, you are also unleashing the gates to hell, and allowing the torture that is the overly-specific and needy customer, into your store. You go about your opening duties, making sure everything is in place and ready, as the first customer walks in. A feeling deep in the pit of your stomach tells you that this is the one you have been dreading.

First, they cannot figure out how to properly approach the counter, and so it begins.

Then, they stare at the menu, not for a minute or two, but for five minutes... which might as well be hours.

Just when they open their mouth and you think they are ready, the questions begin. "Does this come with fries, how much do they cost, why is the writing so small?".

After you attempt to answer every pointless question, they finally place their order, but not without making five variations to an already-complex item.

You start to make exactly what they ordered, being extremely careful to get it right so you don't have to go through all of these hardships again, but, inevitably, something is wrong.

After several attempts and explanations, you hand them their order, and they don't even say "thank you".

You ring them up, making sure to charge them for everything, because -- let's be honest -- when a customer is nice, they can have the add-ons for free for being awesome, but not this time.

Finally, they take their receipt, and just when you think they are on their way out, they say, "Do you have any napkins?", which are clearly right in front of them.

After all this, you watch them slowly walk out with the food you want them to choke on, and you and your coworkers celebrate.