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…..”