Does it really matter what I say?

Ok this one takes the cake tonight. Now remember I work in Orange County, CA. and from time to time we run into the guest who believes he or she is on the show The Real Housewives of Orange County, and feels the need to be a dumb housewife. So as I go to greet a table and offer to get drinks for everyone I come to the "housewife" and her response to me is to paint at me as if I'm supposed to say something on queue and then stare at me as if bees were coming out of my ears! She then proceeds to tell me to just say any drink, so of course I start with martinis and she tells me she's not in the mood for martinis but wants a girly drink. WTF! Really, why ask me for drinks if the ones I suggest don't fit into this magical category which you seem to have designed and set stipulations on? So without any avail, I fail to suggest an adequate beverage, which then she tells me I'm of no help! Well if I'm of no help, have a good time getting your own damn drinks! Hell I'm not you husband who you seem to be able to boss around, and no, for the last time, I can't read your damn mind! Is it really that hard to order a drink, heck if you don't like it, just order something else, or perhaps, if you need more time, ask me to return with the other drinks and by then you should think of your drink! Now, stop bugging me, I have to think of food here on the menu you might want to eat, because I know where this slippery slope goes!