Cup problems continue... Today, we have a lid that is almost, but not quite, entirely the wrong size for the matching, and I use that term loosely, cup.
It looks like it fits, but looks are entirely deceiving. I demonstrate to the manager by tilting my drink sideways for her and spill soda on the counter as it drips from underneath the lid.
I suggest that she may wish to complain to her supplier, but the blank stare in her eyes leads me to believe that this would be slightly more futile than asking an elephant to take up basket weaving.