The culmination of the story took place at a grocery store that sold cola-flavored vodka. And no, I have no idea why I always end up photographing alcohol now that I don’t drink it. Not that I ever drank vodka before.

He still persevered, though, and ordered some orange juice. After 10 minutes, the waiter came by. “Sorry for the wait, sir. She needs time to slice them up,” he said cryptically. In a few minutes, the waiter triumphantly placed the plate with a sliced orange you can see on the photo in front of the hapless customer. “Should I just ask for a Coke?” the customer wondered aloud.

First, he ordered a coffee and was served a burned, disgusting, bitter brew. Then he ordered grape juice and was served a weird, unwieldy carton with a “flavored juice blend.” The message of “Just stop screwing with us and order a Coke already” was loud and clear.