Scene: a man eating solo at a generic chinese restaurant restaurant.

The man orders a mango iced tea.

The server says sorry, they don’t have mango iced tea.

The man asks for a raspberry iced tea.

The server says they don’t have any fruit teas, and begins listing beverage selection.

The man wants sweet tea.

The server says they don’t have any kind of tea but regular black tea.  She returns to listing drinks.

The man then requests strawberry juice.       [editor’s note: ?!?!is this a thing?!?!]

Amazingly, the waiter is able to offer him some sort of strawberryish drink from the bar menu, made virgin.

The man then starts ordering food that is not on the menu.  Really, really, not on the menu.  He goes through four or five different “orders” (turkey sandwich?  pizza?  cheeseburger? ) with escalating frustration before he finally starts looking at the menu to see the kind of food that actually is available.  He orders the lunch special.  It is dinner time.  Finally, he gives up and just asks for broth.  He wants nothing in his broth, except maybe some white rice.  Luckily, the kitchen can accommodate this and he is finally content.

I hope he enjoyed his dinner of beef broth and strawberry juice.