There was this one time I was working at the carving station, and this insanely obese woman rolls up in her wheelchair and asks for some turkey. We only had a certain amount of meat each night, so we had to be careful with how much we gave to each person, so the meat would last the day. So this lady rolls up and says "can I have that?" pointing at my turkey breast (which was roughly the size of a shoe). So I cut her off a piece and she says "No. I want all of that" again pointing at the whole turkey breast. I told her I couldn't give her the whole thing, but I could give her more. She says "more" and I cut her off another piece. "More." "More." "More." Until I finally was like "how about you start with that, and come back if you want more." Luckily she never came back, because I for sure would've run out of turkey. Anyways, she went ham (there's my shameless pun).