When a customer strolls in, with a smile like butter wouldn’t melt and says: “Nine Tequilas, four pints of lager, three ales, five G&Ts and a bitter shandy please.”
Not a proper drink
The mind goes into panic mode. A BITTER SHANDY?! Who even drinks this? It isn’t a proper drink, it’s half lemonade.
And it goes everywhere, takes hours to settle by which time you are ready to throw the drink over this monster who dared to order the hardest drink to pour in the entire galaxy.
You finally get to the end of this godforsaken round when the drink demon says: “Can I add a pint of Guinness on to that please?” Plot now lost, eyes have rolled, heads have dropped and the madness begins again.