Earlier this afternoon I had the unfortunate timing to end up behind a special snowflake (emphasis on flake) at the deli counter when I was doing my grocery shopping. She was buying out the department and giving very specific instructions on the way she wanted each meat and cheese sliced. But when she got to how she wanted her cheese stacked, "I want you to offset every slice by 1/3 because it's so hard to pull the slices apart!" I almost bitch slapped her. Fortunately, another employee came out from the back room and waited on me before I could jump that puss-faced yuppie bitch.