My grandma (rip) from New York but living in Ft Lauderdale once made the 17 yr old at the Publix deli cry. As a little kid, I was uncomfortable and obviously remember it like it was yesterday, he didn’t cut the meat well but still he didn’t deserve what Ol Grandma Joan Scarduzio gave him that day. She was really a sweet lady, but an old school New York Irish married to a very old school New York Italian and she was the prototypical 50-80’s era housewife who just chain smoked and drank 7 and 7’s all day. Don’t mess up her deli meat man, not while her only 2 grandkids (at the time) were in town. She would make us sandwiches for lunch, in a dark kitchen, chain smoking and drinking her drink explaining to us how Delores and Judy trip to the mall went. I also remember vividly how she would always accept the bag boy “walking the groceries out” which almost everyone declines, and then try to tip them every time, knowing they aren’t allowed to accept it, forcing it into their hand or pocket. Ugh, grandma Joan, she was the best.