Bottled Up Rage

A customer has ordered a ginger ale, so I place the soda can on his table with a glass containing some ice.

Customer: “Excuuuuuse me?! Do I look like some prissy-a** snowflake liberal to you?!”

I turn to look at him, confused.

Customer: “When I said I wanted a ginger ale, I wanted an AMERICAN drink.”

He holds up the can of ‘Canada Dry’.

Customer: “What the f*** is this?!”

Me: “That’s the only ginger ale we have.”

Customer: “Fine, I’ll have a Coke, but I’ll remember how unpatriotic this place is.”

I get him his Coke. A few minutes later, I’m talking to a coworker.

Coworker: “So he’s having a hissy fit over ginger ale, but we’re the snowflakes?”

Me: “I’m sooo tempted to tell him that our Coke comes from the bottling facility across the border in Canada, but we might get ourselves a whole snowstorm.”