“And the Shirley Temple goes to….”

I was out having drinks with a couple from work.  I ordered a scotch on the rocks, he ordered a mango fruit drink and she did not order anything.

When the waitress brought the drinks she said “Who ordered the scotch.”  I raised my hand and she said “Of course.”  She then sat the mango drink in front of my female co-worker.

At that point in time, she started laughing and he turned red in the face.  When the waitress left, she passed the drink over to him.  We all laughed.

I suggested that maybe next time, he should order a manly drink.

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