I was at a work colleague's wedding, the manager's daughter, manager rolls up next to me at the bar and says "What would you like, I'll get you anything." I asked for a mojito, a fairly common cocktail round these parts. The young lad behind the bar looked anxious and says he wasn't sure they did those. The boss man slipped another £20 to him and said, "yeah you do."
This petrified adolescent proceeded to painstakingly make a mojito, based either on hearsay or vague understanding of what a mojito should be. He passed it over, I took a sip and had to stop myself from recoiling in disgust.
Something had clearly gotten lost in translation, perhaps a Rachel Green esque sticking together of pages between Mojito and Margarita and thus instead of sugar the mojito had been made with salt. Lots and lots of salt.
Out of politeness and job security I drank the whole thing 🙃 I asked for a rum and coke after that.