I never say to my wife, “Honey, fix me a drink.” If I wanted my drink fixed, I’d first have to break it. That’s easy enough. Try concocting a new drink on your own with whatever you find in your liquor cabinet and I can almost guarantee that it will need fixing. Or have someone fix you a dirty martini. Take one sip of that overly salty and gross concoction, and you'lll agree that it will badly need fixing, which can only be accomplished by either diluting the olive juice with a lot more vodka, or throwing out the drink and starting anew.
Of course, no one says, “Honey can you fix this drink? It’s pretty badly broken.”
Until now, that is. My go-to phrase at parties whenever someone wants a drink fixed will be, "Why? What's wrong with it?" Once people start to see me as the life of the party, I'll start hitting them up for money to start up my brewery.
Gotta run. I’m supposed to be fixing the kids’ breakfasts.