The other day, I went into Elephant & Castle, a chain of faux English pubs. Instead of waiting for a table, I chose to sit at the bar.
The server behind the bar brought me my diet Coke and the prepared to take my order.
"I'll have a barbeque burger and a side 
of French onion soup. And can I swap onion rings for the fries?*"
"Sure," said the waitress, "how do you want that burger cooked?"
"Medium well, but hold the onions. I don't like onions."
It took her brain a good 3 seconds to start leaking out of her ear.
* I gave up fries for Lent.
7 comments:
He he he, I can tell we would get along well. I am fond of making sure that I specify my order is "to go" when I pull through the drive up.
I'm weird (shut up) in that I hate onions in/on my food but I love onion rings as a side. I prefer them over fries any day.
It's a texture issue.
Hahaha! I order onion rings but only eat the outside because I hate the texture of onions.
Well that took me a minute.
Apparently the latte hasn't kicked in because at first I was "huh?" and "so?" and then?
HAHAHAHAHA.
DING!
Ah, you're going to be a great dad-of-a-teenager. Well done ; )
And now I miss you and your saucy wiseassery even more.
:-(
Ha
I hate onions all around. Ewww
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