I sometimes find it hard to tell a really funny story because I find so many things amusing. That makes me a cheap date.
This afternoon, I was in line at a restaurant waiting to order, and the person in front of me asked a question about one of the menu items, directed at the cashier. It was obvious that the cashier was not a native english speaker. There was also another employee who has worked there for a while, and was native to the area, standing beside her.
CUSTOMER:
"Hi. Question for you: what dressing is on the crispy chicken salad?"
CASHIER:
"Hold moment please. Hey Jo: what dressing crispy pollo salad?"
JO (the other employee):
"Honey mustard vinaigrette."
the cashier turns to the customer and says...
"Honey Buster Florentine...no...Honey Bastard...flourette...Jo? What is it again?"
It's the little things...