The Haircut of Doom

The Rifleman was at supper recently, when he observed a young lady with the "can I please speak to a manager haircut" who was also dining. The haircut was exactly as is depicted in the memes above. The young lady was, in fact, more attractive then either of the models in the memes above.

The Rifleman observed no missteps from the server. The young lady did not seem to indicate that anything was wrong with her food, either. Nevertheless and predictably, at the end of her meal, she asked to speak with a manager.

However, this was in Memphis - the queen city of faux customer service complaints.

The Rifleman noticed the manager, as well as the exact moment when the server informed him of the lady's request. The manager, likely 10 years the senior of The Rifleman, waited a moment or two before he went to the table.

Demonstrating his superior experience, the manager did not lead off the conversation with the question, "what seems to be the trouble?" Most managers would have done that.  Instead, he waited until the ladies were in full blown conversation,  before walking up and asking, "how was everything this evening?"

"Fine," was the reply. The manager smiled and walked away. 

A few moments later, the server brought the ticket. It was promptly paid and the haircut lady and her friend left without incident.