Seeing this "article" is... not my own last straw. But it is.... ONE of many, many straws that are piling up in the sea-turtle gut of my psyche. To be clear: I would not have the same reaction as this person. If I were to receive a can of soda and a cup of ice when I expected a fountain drink, my thoughts would be, in roughly the following order: Hmm. I'm supposed to pour it into the glass, right? Like this? ...This is not how I expected this drink to be served. I am slightly disappointed. That is an interesting feeling! ...because as far as I know, there is no DIFFERENCE between a can of soda that's been poured into a cup of ice, and a cup of ice and soda that's been dispensed from a fountain. And yet... I think I actually do find the latter more appealing. I wonder why this is! Fascinating. Is there some physical difference after all? Or is it psychological, like how I sometimes think a restaurant meal tastes better than homemade, just because I didn't have to do work to make it? I also wonder why it is being served this way! Maybe the fountain is broken? Or ran out of soda? Or it's cheaper or faster to do it this way, and they're cutting corners? Whatever the reason, It probably has to do with the miserably underpaid and understaffed condition of the employees here, and the unforgivable greed of the higher-ups. I am now getting angry at this company. Not so much for this particular attempt at cutting corners... but for the much larger industry of corner-cutting... of which this is a small symptom and a small reminder. I am feeling sympathy mixed with rage. Not toward but FOR of the people who sold me this drink. While this is a small inconvenience for me, I am reminded that THEY spend long days of exhausting labor with nowhere near enough staff to do the job, and nowhere near enough pay to afford even the humblest apartment without sharing it with an illegal number of roommates-- let alone any hope of paying off the thousands in debt they have from getting college degrees that couldn't get them anything better than this in today's job market-- let alone any hope of actually SAVING any money for future emergencies that will, without such preparation, eventually make them homeless and/or dead. I am now feeling guilty for even contributing to the near-slavery of these fellow human beings... while also knowing that IF I were to boycott this establishment, or even get everyone I know to boycott it, that would make little or no difference... perhaps just cause downsizing and get some of them fired. I am now in full "demolish capitalism" mode. Seething with rage, but with no hope of ever being able to do anything about it. My day is ruined, yes. But not by the drink... which, by this point, has been chilling in the icy glass long enough that when I take a sip, I realize it IS indistinguishable from what I was expecting, after all. I would not have the same complaint as this individual, who has gone through a slice of life so DENSELY PACKED with human suffering and dystopia, that the fact they were DRIVING A CAR WHILE HUNGOVER does not even earn a mention.... and yet the COKE CAN is what did it for them. Wow. Just...wow.