There are two kinds of teenagers.
The ones who quietly take their seats at a table without complaint even though they probably wanted a booth, timidly ask their server for sprites, shake their heads no every time the server asks if they need anything, and tip 18+ percent without leaving a huge mess on the table.
And the ones who ask for kids menus in between bursts of laughter, want waters with extra lemons on the side, and make their server take 10 trips because God forbid that the server can’t carry six ranches, a new ketch up bottle, and another glass of water (extra lemons on the side) all at once. They are the teenagers who scream and laugh so loud that the people in the building next to the restaurant can hear them. They also tend to drop pieces of food on the table and leave little to no tip.