See, our little pans of cherries are fucking disgusting. The pans are never covered -- because they get opened so much the saran wrap just falls in and gets all gross and sticky, leading to people fishing it out with their fingers. There are always a couple of spoons in the bottom, because my coworkers are morons who can't figure out to use the long-handled tea spoons for this shit and instead use regular spoons which fall in. Then people reach in to retrieve them with their bare fingers, or reach in for cherries with their bare fingers. People pull them out of the cooler and leave them open on the counter; they marry the pans together; basically it's a fucking germ factory. I don't give anyone cherries unless the specifically ask for them because they're so gross.
After years of dealing with kids and their Shirley Temples (or cherry Cokes, equally irritating), I've started getting a bit of passive revenge.
I don't hate little kids, so when I get a kid who wants a refill every two minutes, I do something fairly benign: I just increase the amount of cherry flavor (grenadine, not cherry juice) with every refill. Eventually, they quit drinking so damn fast! They probably eventually vomit too, but that's not my problem.
But when giggling groups of snotty little teenagers come in and start mainlining Shirley Temples, I'm a little more evil. They get the ever-increasing amounts of grenadine, but they also get several cherries. And with each glass they get a generous helping of the bacteria-infested, skin-cell harboring, random-kitchen-dust-collecting juice.
Am I going to hell?