Nothing seemed amiss when the lady at table 12 ordered a Pepsi. I mean, it's Pepsi. It's pretty universal. Right?
Apparently not. After I'd already rung in her order, she waved me over and asked for something else to drink. "I'm diabetic," she said, "so Pepsi is just too sugary for me."
Reminds me of the bitch who sent back a ham sandwich for being "too hammy."