Someone called an IPA an "ee-pah" today.

My klutz-itude is infinite. I broke 2 glasses and a wine bottle today at work. Luckily both glasses were empty and the wine bottle was almost empty, definitely less than a glassful remaining.
We were busy busy busy at work today. Was nice.

Women are the worst customers in England. They get 15 year-old boy syndrome and try too hard to impress the dudes that they're with by treating the barmaid (me) crappily.
For example:
Lady A comes in with Fellas B and C. Fella B orders an orange juice and lemonade (translation: the contents of a little bottle of orange juice and then enough Sprite to fill a pint glass) Tom has ominously told us that when make said drink, one puts in the lemonade from the soda gun and then adds the orange juice. The problem is then estimating how much space to leave for the orange juice. Apparently, this way it doesn't fizz over so much and waste lemonade. So K. my co-worker does the correct order and either doesn't leave enough space for all the orange juice or it fizzes over a lot and gets the counter wet (the counter is always wet, so whatever). Lady A finds this disproportionately funny. She then orders the same drink but, laughing nastily and glancing at her companions for admiration, says to make sure that I put the orange juice in first this time.
I say "we're not supposed to, it's wasteful"
Lady A insolently (not to mention unnecessarily) ask: "what does it waste?" (translation: what the fuck do you know about anything?)
Emily: "lemonade"
I pour out the lemonade and add the orange juice.
"STOOOOOOOP!" she screams "you didn't leave enough room for all the orange juice!"
I cock an eyebrow, look her in the eye and pour the last drop of orange juice from the bottle into the glass, which has NOT fizzed over, and push forward a perfectly poured and formed orange juice and lemonade.