I am regularly shocked at how seemingly-normal grown males can be complete candy-asses in modern society. I was in a Wendy's or something one day, a few years ago. I was in line behind some guy in his 40s...'looked like a typical semi-professional type...collared shirt and khaki slacks with dress shoes, but no blazer or anything. The guy was coming back up to complain that his small vanilla shake was too vanilla-y. It was burning his throat. He wanted to return it and get a chocolate shake, so evidently it wasn't hurting him bad enough that he needed medical treatment or anything. The way the guy whined to the cashier, I was honestly embarrassed for American males. This is what we've become? A vanilla shake can kick our grown-male asses now? :huh Butch stood there whining for the better part of 5 minutes, convincing the cashier to give him a chocolate shake free of charge, so I had to politely butt in and ask the guy if I could place an order before my lunchbreak, or the entire workday for that matter, came to an end. He gave me a butt-hurt kind of look for a split-second, but the unwavering stare from my menacing 5'8"/180lb frame gave him too much pause to protest out loud. He was probably too busy trying not to piss his pants in fear to collect his thoughts for a witty reply. If anybody here ever hears me complain about a vanilla shake kicking my ass, and I don't have a bleeding throat ulcer or an open trachea fresh from surgery, PLEASE...just kick me square in the nuts to make sure I still have some. Then offer me a shot of vanilla extract and moonshine to soothe my man-gina.