You own a small shop that serves decent plate lunches—good for you. You also have a few hot girls working for you—isn’t life grand? Well, not so much for your customers. See, I’ve eaten at your place many times, and had your take-out. One of the items I order often is the “beef stew,” but I must say that I’ve been noticing less and less beef in the stew. Recently I ordered it to go and found to my horror when I got home that there was NO BEEF—not even a little, tiny piece!—in my stew. All I got was carrot and potato stew. Are you kidding me?!?! Where’s the beef, brah? Then I made the mistake of trying to be reasonable with you—trying to meet you in person and discuss this little problem. I called and asked when you’d be in the shop, then went over. Guess what? You weren’t there when I asked to see you! Is asking for beef in the beef stew really that much trouble?