A friend and I stopped at a Pinkberry for frozen yogurt while I was in D.C. The notion there is that you pretend you're eating something healthy (yogurt) and then put a million toppings on to make it horrifying. (Fresh fruit is also an option.)
I looked at the few basic options, and as a fan of salted caramel ice cream, figured I'd just get a plain salted caramel.
Me: "I'll have a salted caramel."
Person behind counter: "Do you want salt on that?"
"No. Wait. I want the salted caramel."
"Right. Do you want salt on that?"
"It doesn't come with salt?"
"But it's called salted caramel. Why doesn't it have salt on it?"
"Some of our customers don't like salt."
"But it's called…ok. Yes, I'd like salt please."
She picks up a strange plunger instrument and depresses it several times on top of the froz-gurt. Fine salt comes out. It looks like table salt. My friend and I went outside to sit. I started fulminating on the injustice of it. My friend pointed out that some people do, indeed, not like the salt. "They should call it unsalted caramel, then," I retorted and took a bite.
"What's wrong?" she asked.