Really hope you are wearing an Alabama hat while acting like an 8 year old who didn't get his way. It's a tomato, take it off.
Wrong answer. I would hurl one at you as well.
I don't want the tomato on my sandwich P.E.R.I.O.D. If I did, I would order it with one and then take it off. I don't want the juice from the fucking thing leaked on my bread. I don't want the shitty little seeds sticking to my burger. I don't want the discoloration it leaves on my cheese. I fucking hate tomatoes. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate tomatoes. If one is on my plate I'm not eating anything on it. The plate goes back.
Because I hate them so much and I realize that my complete and total revulsion could be misconstrued as merely a mild dislike and a willingness to remove the offending fucking thing on my own, I am EXTREMELY specific when I order. I repeat it several times to make sure they got it.
"Ok, that's a Hardee chicken sandwich, fries and a tea?"
Yes, but I do not want tomatoes on the sandwich.
"Ok. A fry chicken sandwich combo?"
Yes, but no tomato please, can you repeat that back to me?
"Fry chicken sandswich combo."
Right. No tomato.
"No tomato"
If the sandwich has a tomato on it, I'm not going to be amused in the least.
And I'm not taking the fucking thing off. The sandwich is completely and utterly ruined if the motherfucking thing has ever thought about being on it.
I reserve my hurling for those who need it. For those who combine shitty service with an indifferent attitude and a smart mouth.
The Willy T's incident? Fucking hog ass bitch said the same thing you did. I sent it back because I didn't want the fucking tomato. It came back with the tomato on there again. She made the mistake of saying "well, you can just take it off if it bothers you THAT much."
Fuck her. She can take it off the shit-bleeding wall.