I had lunch at an Italian deli today. While waiting in line to order, I watched the man ahead of me spend almost ten minutes trying to order a chicken quesadilla. The staff was understandably confused and the man grew increasingly exasperated and frustrated. After an exhausting conversation, one staff member realized he was trying to order the chicken cacciatore.
I laughed heartily at the comedy or errors that just played out before me. After composing myself, I stepped up to the counter and placed my order. “Hah! Can you believe that guy? Crazy..haha..so crazy. ANYWAY, I’ll have a carnitas burrito, side of guacamole and…do you guys have horchata? If so, I’ll have a horchata.”
And then they kicked me out of the store and told me never to come back.