Trying to explain to a lady with That Haircut (you know the one) that even if we were to "cancel everyone else's order", which we were not in any way going to do, we couldn't bake and decorate a SEVEN LAYER WEDDING CAKE for her daughter's wedding that afternoon. Go home, lady, you're drunk.
I say explaining, but it's really hard to get a word in edgewise when you're being screamed at. We finally had to call the cops.