She had a bone to pick with us.
We used to serve cooked chickens in our rotisserie oven. If a customer requested it we would half or quarter the chickens for them. A lady asked for a half and did that annoying thing where they go off and continue their shop while you’re taking all of 30 seconds to cut a chicken in half. I bagged it, and put it on the counter. She picked up and continued on her way. About 30 minutes later she came back, visibly angry that I didn’t tell her that bones were in it. She then asked me to cut off all the meat from the cooked chicken, leaving the bones. When I politely explained that I don’t do that she stormed off in a huff. I was thinking maybe she’d like us to crush some fresh garlic for her aswell, on a bed of lettuce and half an avocado.