In the pink

In the past few weeks, I’ve ordered lemonade at several different restaurants and fast food joints. Nearly every time, they’ve asked me whether I minded if it was pink lemonade, leaving me wondering why the hell I should care what color the damned lemonade is. The only thing I can come up with is that they’re assuming that as a guy, I must have some terrific fear that if I ingest something pink, my testicles will fall off or something.

It’s an invalid assumption.

One thought on “In the pink

  1. B.J. usually orders lemonade too, and thinks this is a weird question as well. It led to a lot of googling & wikipediaing one day to find out the origin of pink lemonade (vs “yellow”)

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