It's so innocuous, sitting there by a drive thru speaker, thinking you're doing the world a favor by not ordering anything super-mongo-sized. But then when you pull around to get your little snack, there isn't really a person behind the window at all, but this gigantic plastic cup slowly inching towards you with two small hands gripping on the sides for dear life.
- “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say to the lady, “32 ounces is a medium?”
She looks back and says, “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want the large instead?”
