A long time ago, my wife had been out to see The Neville Brothers (when they were funky and before Aarron started crooning full time) and after the show headed for the much heralded Camellia Grill on Carrollton Ave in New Orleans. I ordered a spanish omelette and orange juice. She ordered a waffle and a coke.
The waiter in whites and a bow tie delivered our drinks and performed the ritual of "the removal of paper from the straw". My wife took a sip of her drink and....that is where the trouble began.
My wife immediatly informed me and everyone around me that she had not been delivered a coke. There was something wrong with her order and she wanted it filled again. The waiter tasted the drink in the machine and pronounced it o.k. He poured her another and this time her reaction was even worse. I finally tasted her drink, just to see what the hub bub was about and it immediatly occured to me what the problem was. Even though the machine said Coke, with the familiar red and white wavelike label, it was actually dispensing "new coke". As soon as I verbalized my theory, my wife lost it.
"What kind of place is this? I've been coming here all my life and I thought ya'll were traditionalist. You big suck ups to corporate marketing strategy, etc., etc., ad infinitum.
I finally had to physically remove her from the place and escort her back to her padded cell. I have only seen her behave like that one other time in twenty years, and that involved an incident with me, a checkbook, and a 1972 convertible Volkswagen and the subsequent undiscussed purchase thereof.
Normally she is a nice, friendly, hippie mom type.
Just don't bring her a "New Coke" or buy any cool used cars without asking her about it first