So I’m at the movies yesterday and I order a medium Diet Coke. I get a little distracted by the Beverly Hills Chihuahua display behind me, and when I turn back around, the woman behind the counter is handing me a cup that’s the approximate size (and weight) of a newborn baby.

Me: This is the medium?
Her: Yep.
Me: Seriously?
Her: I know… it’s a little crazy.
Me: If this is medium, what’s the large?
Her: We’re out of large right now.
Me: [Pointing to a large bucket of popcorn.] Why not just use those?

Lucky for me, I was splitting the beverage in question with my husband, but still, by the time we left the theater, I couldn’t shake the outrage (or was it carbonation?) in the pit of my stomach. Instead of tossing my cup in the trash, I lugged it home and photographed it alongside a half-gallon container of milk and a 750 ml bottle of vodka. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?