I Just Wanted A Lemonade

On the way home from a recent bike race wherein I finished in my typical millionth place, we stopped at a fast-food type place to get something to drink.

I had an urge for a lemonade.

So, I approached the young go-getter behind the counter, pulled out a few toonies to show I was serious, and said:

"You got any lemonade?"

And he, perked his head to the side like a parrot, smiled, and responded:

"We have ice tea."

"That's," I said, squeezing the toonies in between my fingers, "-- not lemonade. Ice tea, is not lemonade."

"Would you like some?"
"Some what? Lemonade?"
"Ice tea."
"No. I want lemonade.  Do...you...have...it?"
"We have ice tea."
"Once again, ice tea and lemonade doth not equal," I said, looking at the tag on his green golf shirt, "Bobby."
Now is where I start to feel like I am really wasting my life, that I need to do more, to give to charity, maybe get married, have kids, go and see Mecca, whatever. Right when he smiles, and chirps:
"Small or large, then?"
"Lemonade?"
"Ice tea."
"Look, I want lemonade. Do you have it?"
"We have ice tea. It comes in small or large."
"So you don't have lemonade."
"Yes, we have ice tea."
"See, that should be 'no, we don't have lemonade.'", I say, staring him right in the eyes, all the while seeing this almost botoxxed grin on his face, "Ice tea isn't even like Lemonade at all. It's tea. That's iced. I guess you can put lemon in it, but that's it."
"Oh, ok." he smiles, "I can put a lemon in it."
I'm reaching for a blunt object at this point, but decide against it. He's still smiling at me. There are people behind me, and they are growing restless.  I breathe in, tell myself this is not happening - there is no spoon, I say, there is no spoon.

"Look, Bobby," I exhale, and place the toonies on the counter, "I'll just have a chocolate milkshake."

"Ok." He says, smiling, takes my money, and presses the button on the cash register. "We have smoothies."