Customer: Do you have any turkey wings?
Me: no, sir. I'm sold out. I'm sorry.
Customer: That's fucking great! (To wife, but clearly loud enough that he wants me to hear it) sorry honey. It's possibly your father's last thanksgiving and he won't have any turkey wings!
Wife: Dad's not dying. He’s not even eating with us.
Me : Um.... anything else I can help you with?
Customer: no. You've done enough.