"Ma'am, we have a customer outside and he's mad," One of the staff in the fast-food said.

It was a fine Monday and it was already seven in the evening which means that customers are overflowing. It usually happens every night from six to eight in the evening.

"What? Why is he mad?" I said and stood up to meet the said customer.

"He said that we gave him the wrong order." The staff said and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Did you give him a wrong order?" I said.

"No, ma'am," He said. "It was exactly what he said; nothing less, nothing more."

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