One time my pregnant wife sent me to McDonalds for a craving. She asked me to go inside to make sure it was “clean” before I ordered for her.
Inside, this lady at the self serve coke fountain was adding like 4 packets of sugar to her sprite.
She saw me looking, bewildered probably, and she laughed, “They don’t put as much in the machine as they do in the bottles.”
I texted my wife about it.
She decided she didn’t want McDonalds.
And it was my fault.