I used to work in a deli. Our scales gave weights in decimals, people always ordered in fractions. One day someone asked for an eighth of a pound. My coworker asks me "Is that .8?" I politely told her "it's .125, so it needs to say about .13." I guess part of it was panic, maybe if she had thought about it for a second she would have gotten it, but to think it's more than a half pound was crazy. People ask for a half pound all the time.

I still miss the grand Angus. It was a great patty that was usually seasoned well and the sauce was bangin