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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Due-Construction349 on 2025-06-18 14:06:29+00:00.

This happened when I was 16 (29 years ago ) but thought I’d share

I spent a summer working at my family’s deli in Midtown Manhattan, doing a bit of everything—mainly deliveries during breakfast and lunch, and working the register in the afternoons. While on deliveries, I got to know our regulars, and some were generous tippers. When they came in for frozen yogurt while I was on register duty, I’d hook them up with a little extra.

One day, a good customer asked for a yogurt without a lid, so I made it bigger than usual. Then he changed his mind and asked for a lid, causing some to spill out the side making a mess. My frugal uncle saw it, flipped out, and told me I was wasting money—insisting that from now on, only he could make the yogurt.

So, for the rest of the summer, I’d stop whatever I was doing and run to the kitchen to get him anytime someone ordered one. At first, he thought I’d get tired of it. By the second week, he was annoyed. By the third week, he finally exploded, looked at me with pure rage, and screamed, “Enough! You make the fucking yogurt!”