Over the summer, I worked at a concession stand at the YMCA ball park. We were rumored to have the best brats in town. (the hot dog type brats, not the screaming little kids brats.) During part of my time there, I had a nasty cold. Whenever a customer would be mean to us, or just was a jerk in general, the other workers would call for a Snot Brat. I never had the nerve to actually make one, but the supervisor did overhear us talking about it one day. That's (one reason) why I don't work there anymore.