Close, but no cigar

Tomorrow will be our last day at the cafe.
Jean called this morning to say she decided to stay in Atlanta until mid-January.
That's interesting. She is supposed to vacate the cafe by the end of this month. She's the only one who knows what equipment is hers and should be taken out versus what stays with the property.
We'll make sure the freezers and coolers are empty, but that's all.
We almost made it to the end without confronting problem customers. Unfortunately, we had a couple of Canadian geezers stop by today that put an end to our streak of good luck. First off, they ordered a cheeseburger and a gyro. I made both exactly the way I've made every one before. When we took them to the table, they said, "Where are the French Fries?" Wifey told them we didn't realize they wanted fries, and we immediately dropped two servings in the fryer. Almost immediately thereafter, they came up to the counter and said, "The burger is cold and the cheese isn't melted. The gyro meat is cold too, it must have been frozen." Well, both meats had been sitting in hot water over steam for about an hour. They were exactly the same temperature that every burger and gyro has been for the last 3 months. But, we took them back and built new sandwiches. They ate the new sandwiches, along with the fries, and left. They must have been really happy with the new sandwiches, they left us a 3-cent tip!
I'm glad we encountered these people today instead of during our first day on the job. I like to think of it as a fitting conclusion to one of the most disgusting and mind-boggling yet fascinating and educational experiences in my life.