Where’s My Favorite Sauce?
At Chik-fil-A one day I saw this dude who must have been at least 40 slamming a tray on the counter repeatedly and yelling at the staff behind the counter because they didn’t have his favorite sauce.
He started stomping from end to end screaming that he knew they had more in the back and he wasn’t leaving till he got his sauce.
The best part came when the manager got involved. She came out and asked him to leave, and this man-child legitimately sat on the floor and crossed his arms saying he wasn’t moving. I got my food and left ASAP. Story credit: Reddit / Kilen13