(I am working in the candy bar and am finalizing a group’s order.)

Me: “What size drink do you want?”

Customer: “Sprite.”

Me: “Size?”

Customer: “Sprite.”

Me: “Size?”

Customer: “Sprite!”

Me: “Size?”

Customer: “SPRITE.”

Me: “SIZE?!”

Customer: “SPRITE!”

(At this point, the customer smashes his fist on the bench and storms off, leaving his mates looking very awkward and embarrassed. Long story short: he wanted a large.)

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