So, a fly landed in your drink? 

Whoopty. Fucking. Do. 

I'm embarrassed right now. No, wait. Let me clarify. I'm embarrassed FOR YOU right now. So you expect me to make you a new beverage because you're sitting outside at my restaurant and a fly, which is one of those creatures that tend to enjoy the outdoors, just landed in your precious margarita?

  Permit me to verbalize your scenario so that when you play it back in your head, maybe, just maybe, you will realize a few things that maybe you overlooked in life. 
1. You're sitting on the patio. 
2. Let me clarify number one: You chose to sit there!
3. Patio's entail fresh air that you receive because you're sitting outside....outside, like, where bugs live. 
4. If you're under the illusion that our restaurant installed an invisible force field that keeps all living creatures a safe distance away from you and your food, then I applaud your imagination. But you're an idiot. 

If you are fortunate enough to be sitting on our lovely patio, enjoying the weather with your friends and reminiscing about all the good times you've had---then please stop for half a second and think about how lucky you are! We have these moments and when they are all added up, they make this really awesome thing called a life. Don't let a bug in your overpriced alcoholic beverage put you in a shitty mood and don't take it out on the people serving you! Get over yourself and stop looking for irrelevant things to fill up time slots in your life. 

What's my point? Realize that you have a choice on how you react to anything and everything in life. 

My advice? It's that next time you have an unexpected visitor crash the party in your drink......you nonchalantly fish it out with your straw and go about your merry day. (Because life is good if you decide it's going to be. The End.)