An example of OCD in the extreme! This was an email a friend of mine received about one of his restaurants.
Hello,
This happened sometime this past summer. I ordered a veggie burger at your restaurant. Later, as I sat in my vehicle, happily and secretively munching away, it dawned on me that this particular veggie burger tasted different. It was juicier somehow, more flavourful. [ie. he's saying it was BETTER] Only halfway through the meal did I realize it was not a veggie burger, but an actual cow patty inside.
I am a strict vegetarian. i was horrified. This was akin to a violation of my physical being, my soul. I was forced to throw the remainder of the burger out. I went home and had to shower and brush my teeth for over 15 minutes, until my gums bled. since that time I have felt anxious, upset, and suffered flashbacks and nightmares (I am running down an alleyway and a cow is chasing me).
The symptoms have lessened and am feeling better now, and slowly becoming more comfortable with the idea of returning for a veggie burger. But I wanted to communicate my discomfort. I tried going back to the restaurnt for a refund or some sort of compensation, but they refused, indicating I could not prove my story and did not have my receipt or the remnants of the burger.
Some might be prone to thinking this is a joke, but apparently this guy has made numerous inconsequential complaints before that were without much merit. While I don't begrudge him for being upset over getting something that he didn't order, to claim nightmares from the experience and brushing till your gums bled is a sign of something much more broken in you than simply fretting over a wrong order.
Hello,
This happened sometime this past summer. I ordered a veggie burger at your restaurant. Later, as I sat in my vehicle, happily and secretively munching away, it dawned on me that this particular veggie burger tasted different. It was juicier somehow, more flavourful. [ie. he's saying it was BETTER] Only halfway through the meal did I realize it was not a veggie burger, but an actual cow patty inside.
I am a strict vegetarian. i was horrified. This was akin to a violation of my physical being, my soul. I was forced to throw the remainder of the burger out. I went home and had to shower and brush my teeth for over 15 minutes, until my gums bled. since that time I have felt anxious, upset, and suffered flashbacks and nightmares (I am running down an alleyway and a cow is chasing me).
The symptoms have lessened and am feeling better now, and slowly becoming more comfortable with the idea of returning for a veggie burger. But I wanted to communicate my discomfort. I tried going back to the restaurnt for a refund or some sort of compensation, but they refused, indicating I could not prove my story and did not have my receipt or the remnants of the burger.
Some might be prone to thinking this is a joke, but apparently this guy has made numerous inconsequential complaints before that were without much merit. While I don't begrudge him for being upset over getting something that he didn't order, to claim nightmares from the experience and brushing till your gums bled is a sign of something much more broken in you than simply fretting over a wrong order.
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