Who’s buried in Grant’s tomb?

In the town where I work there are as many new restaurants and cafés as ones who have closed during pandemic times. I tried out a new TexMex place and ordered a quesadilla. The woman asked me what I wanted on it, and when I replied “Nothing”, she called back “One cheese quesadilla!” (As opposed to what, a non-cheese “quesa” dilla?) It’s like asking for a reuben with corned beef. Hot wings with chicken. Banana split with ice cream. A bloody Mary with tomato juice.

Which bring me to my sister’s pet peeve: people wanting to find an ATM machine. (Er, the “M” is machine.)

She has another favorite story. I was there, but not paying attention, so it’s her story. In a take-out place, a woman asked the server “What kind of cheese is in the mozzarella sticks?” If that wasn’t bad enough, the server replied, “I don’t know, but I’ll go ask…..”

You don’t know what it is, but at least you know how long it takes to get there.
Foro is amused….

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