This happened to my boyfriend. Here in the Netherlands we have a french-fry specialty called a ”war-fry”, which is fries with mayo, peanut sauce and chopped unions. The name is kind of a lame joke, but there never has been any controversy about it, even considered it’s official name and every snackbar has it as ‘war-fry’ on the menu.
Boyfriend: “I would like to have a war-fry, and a meatball please “
Employee: *angrily* “It’s not called a war-fry. I’t’s a peace-fry!”
Boyfriend: “What? Are you serious? It’s known everywhere as a war-fry.”
Employee: “Don’t care, i’ts called a peace fry! War is bad!”
He thinks no more of it and awaits his order. He only gets the meatball
Boyfriend.”Excuse me, but I also ordered a war-fry.”
Employee: “Like i told you, it’s a PEACE fry! And you won’t get anything unless you call it a PEACE fry!”
Boyfriend: “I’ts a damn WAR FRY and it always been called a WAR FRY! And I don’t even want my WAR FRY anymore and you can shove my WAR FRY up your ass for all I care! And now I want my money back for the WAR FRY I never received.
Employee: “You can’t have it! It’s called a PEACE fry! You hear me? PEACE!
My boyfriend stood up and left, while the employee was still yelling PEACE FRY all over the place.