To clarify, pre-rant, I work on the bar in a restaurant. When you walk up to a big table with a tray of drinks, and rattle off the first drink, loudly, only to be faced with the following: Me: Hi, who's having the diet coke? Customer: Oh, that's Maureen's. Me (to self): Who the fuck is Maureen? At least give some pointy-gesture, or even better, make sure Maureen is paying attention when the fucking drinks arrive. Gaaaaaaaaaaaah.