Passive aggressive steps aside, which I commonly practiced, only one customer had ever caused me enough of a reason to ever fuck with their food. She had 3 strikes against her previously (from my personal account). Her 4th pizza was made by me, I laced the sauce with some nostril snot and whatever chunks I could find. Baked it right in there. I came to her door with an attitude similar to the minutes before a UFC fight we were to have. I don't recall her ever ordering again, probably on account of the disposition, but I rightfully assume the bitch went out eating boogers.
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