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“Excuse me, miss,” she asked, quite politely  “Do you think you could make this soup with a little less butter next time?”

“I’m sorry?”

“This soup,” now with an edge. “I was just noticing the extreme amount of butter in it.  I love it and I want to keep buying it, but you can use less butter and get the same texture and taste. And it would be healthier. For me.”

“Miss, I don’t make the soup.”

“What do you mean? You’re serving it.”

“Well, not exactly.  We get it from corporate. We then heat it up and serve it. You might want to email or write to them. I’m sure they’d take it under consideration.”

“But I’m telling you. Why don’t you pass this on to corporate.”

“I could..I think it’s just better from a customer, ma’am.”

“MAYBE THIS IS BETTER FROM A CUSTOMER, TOO, THEN!” she screamed and she threw the scalding clam chowder in the poor server’s face.  The woman behind the counter made an inhuman noise and the horrified people still in line watched as the customer walked out the door screaming about butter and trans fats and the work the third-term Bloomberg administration still had yet to do.