Working night shift in a McDonalds equivalent, 2am ish, there's a huge line to the drive through. Up comes a car with a middle aged gentleman and an older woman. Nothing special here, should be an easy customer... or so I thought. Upon a closer look the old lady is tripping balls with some kind of greenish goo oozing out of her mouth. The man himself has a contact lens with a star printed on it. Kind of strange but hey, it's late saturday, right?
Well this is where it gets interesting. Instead of your standard late night order this guy goes ahead and orders twenty nine (29) hamburgers, no fries, no drinks. Now this is somewhat unordinary but nothing we can't handle. Such order takes a while to do and this guy starts talking (the older lady, who turned out to be his mother, still on another astral plane) about how he's a psychic and can tell the future. He goes on a rant how everythings going to shit and we're all gonna die and other standard crazy person talk.
At one point he asks my co-worker if she's thought about name yet. We think nothing of this and once his order is finished he leaves without a fuss.
An hour goes by and the same car comes around. Maybe he's still hungry after those 29 burgers? Well, he drives to the window and flips his shit. Starts shouting that he didn't order all these hamburgers but he wanted a big mac (still not a McDonalds). Guy literally goes ballistic and starts throwing the hamburgers at us.
After a long 5 minutes we get him to calm down, but not before threatening to call the cops.
The crazy thing about all this? My co-worker was few weeks pregnant at the time. No-one knew.