Five stores, six hours of shopping and Lord-only-knew how many hours of assembly and installation = a trip to collect take-out for dinner.
I had a houseful of men, and myself, to feed. We were in the mood for a mini-fiesta, celebrating successful shopping. I called in our Tex-Mex order and headed off to for my 20 minute pick-up time at the Restaurant Which Shall Not Be Named For Fear They Will Bombard Me With Gift Certificates and Catering Again.
30 minutes later, I was still waiting to be helped. I had parked in Zanzibar, fought my way through the wilderness to the restaurant, and was now stuck behind the world’s pickiest customers:
Geesh.
It was finally my turn at the register. I glanced at my receipt before paying and noticed that it said:
Hmmm…I ordered a beef burrito. Curious, I looked at a take-out menu. No pork burritos anywhere on the menu.
So I asked the server: I noticed that the receipt says pork burrito. I don’t see any pork burritos on the menu.
Her: I know. Weird, isn’t it? That’s just what the computer put on it.
Me: Well, ok, but the thing is, I kind of wanted beef.
Her: It is beef.
Me: But the receipt says pork.
Her: But it will be beef.
Me: Ok. {We’ll see!}
I waited for another 20 minutes, before sending a text message to The Youngest:
Beef chimichanga
Pork burrito