I work as a Host at TGI Fridays. Sometimes during really busy shifts I’ll help servers out by taking initial drink orders when I seat tables. Well, its Friday night, we’re almost at full capacity and I seat a group of 5 or 6 really “LOUD” people. I see the server for that section busy with a 10 top so I’m like, “I’ll get these guys drinks”.
Well, all is going okay and then this probably 8 or 9 year old girl tells me “I want juice”. I ask her what kind, and she says, seemingly dumbfounded at my question, “Juice”. I’m totally lost so I just ask again and her (I’m assuming) mother says to me “Damn boy just get her the juice.” I ask “What kind does she like” and she says back “What you mean what kind? Its juice”. At this point I’m just done so I guess apple juice. I bring it back and she says “No, JUICE” and nobody at the table seems to think there is anything wrong with this request so I just apologize and get the manager to work it out. Just, holy fuck this little girl is going to vote and procreate one day and I’m just scared for that.
-Elton
Break Room Stories 
And the mother is already voting! Have had a similar experience working in a bakery – “I want some bread” “What kind?” “Just bread”. We have about 10 different kinds, so the most expensive one it is!
Are any of you old enough to remember the movie Repo Man? It prominently featured cans of “FOOD” and “DRINK”. Sounds like we’re headed in that direction. Yikes!