Jamba Jipped

A couple nights ago, I had a couple errands to do. So, I left Toad with my hubby and I headed to Target to do some card shopping. Then, I went to Jamba Juice to get smoothies for dinner. Well, I spent longer than I had hoped trying to find the right Father's Day and birthday cards, so I really wanted to hurry and get our jambas and get home. This was Thursday night, so I was super tired from getting little sleep the night prior.
I head into JJ and order and orange dream machine and an orange berry blitz. My orange berry blitz was fine, but when the gal handed me my hubby's orange dream machine, I was rather perturbed. I was annoyed that I paid for a 16 ounce smoothie and received possibly 13 ounces, instead. I was so irritated that she didn't seem like it was any big deal that she just jipped my husband a relatively significant portion of his dinner. And, I was super frustrated that, because she jipped me, I would either have to be that whiney customer who seems like a snob and demands what is truly, rightfully due her, or I'd have to just say nothing, avoiding confrontation and be annoyed the entire ride home. I chose the latter. And I was. Very annoyed! I got outside and for two seconds seriously considered going back inside and asking her to remake my hubby's drink. I realize in the long run, missing an eighth of his dinner isn't going to make a huge difference, but for me, it was the principle. If I pay for the full amount, I should receive the full amount...in both cups, not just in mine!!!