Customer :Do you have any London Broils?
Me: I’m sorry, sir. I'm out right now. I’ll have some tomorrow, but I don’t have any right now.
Customer : That's fucking great! What the fuck are we going to eat now?
His wife: Honey, it's okay. Don't talk to him like that.
Customer : Fuck that. If he doesn't want to be talked too like this, he'd have a real job.