From Melissa, jezebel.com
In high school, I worked at a tiny B&B in mid-coastal Maine. One morning a new guest announced that she was strictly kosher and could not eat anything that had ever had bacon on it.
I assured her that our bacon was baked in the oven, not fried, so she could have eggs or pancakes.
She didn’t believe me and was really angry that we did not have a separate set of kosher cooking equipment.
Why she would expect this in a little town in Maine was beyond me. She eventually settled on toast but complained loudly the whole time.
I was a good little worker, so that afternoon I went out and bought a new pan, implements, etc. to use to cook her breakfast the next day. That night, I went for dinner at a local restaurant and saw her happily devouring lobster.
I returned my new pans and served her toast for the rest of her stay.