A Sprinkle Of Idiocy Is Too Much

I work at a popular coffee chain known for serving ungodly sugary iced blender drinks. 

I am making drinks while a coworker rings. I get an order for two venti cotton candy frappes with whipped cream made with heavy cream. Just to be clear, this has four pumps of frappe syrup, three scoops of vanilla bean sugar powder, and six pumps of raspberry syrup. The recipe calls for pink sprinkles if the customer asks for whipped cream, so I put some on. This customer is the definition of a basic white girl, wearing North Face, a scrunchy in a messy bun, and Uggs. 

She leans over and says, “OH, MY GOD! Can you please take off the sprinkles if possible? That’s WAAAY too much sugar!” 

It takes all of my soul to not straight up say that the sprinkles are probably the healthiest thing in there.