At work, my coworkers and I were talking and having fun when a couple of girls came in. Their skin was orange from visiting one too many tanning booths, there was too much mascara on their eyes, and the shade of their lipstick was lighter than their skin. They looked like quite the pair of rejected prototypes of the fembot (like in that one Austin Powers movie. C’mon, people!). So, as soon as they came in, they, in fembot fashion, targetted the notebook with the nutritional facts. After 10 minutes of combing through the book, much to no one’s surprise, they ordered the drink with the lowest number of calories from the low-calorie menu. When I gave them their drinks, they said something like “Thank youuuuuuu! Teehee!”