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I used to have a friend that would go to the local burger joint and ask for a cheeseburger but without the meat. He really did want only the bread, cheese and veggies. This was before vegetarianism was common, and cheese/veggie sandwiches were not readily available. (So I'm old...)
I have a friend who follows that rule but for an entirely different reason: We must all do our bit in the war of land-dwellers vs sea-dwellers.
Bwa ha ha ha ha! That's fantastic! I'm gonna teach myself not to hate fish just so I can be a soldier and join the war.
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That customer is weird. I wonder if she was just spacing it? I gotta admit, if she doesn't define fish meat as "meat," I doubt she's clever enough to scam two sandwiches for one.
...or IS she? My world = upside down now.
If there’s one thing women love, it’s the guy that just can’t seem to find the line that divides “Ha Ha” and “Stacey, get your purse, we’re leaving before he comes back.”.
* a boneless steak cut from the tenderloin of beef
* a longitudinal slice or boned side of a fish
* lemniscus: a bundle of sensory nerve fibers going to the thalamus
* decorate with a lace of geometric designs
* taenia: a narrow headband or strip of ribbon worn as a headband
* cut into filets; "filet the fish"
and to further complicate it.
In some non-English-speaking countries, it is called FishMac, McFish or Fish Filet; the former name was changed to Filet-O-Fish in Germany in 2006/2007
And this probably explains her confusion.
The sandwich was introduced by a McDonald's franchise in Cincinnati, Ohio, in response to declining sales at restaurants on Fridays, due to the Catholic practice of not eating meat on Fridays at the time, and now mostly during Lent. Created by young enthusiast Lou Groen, it has become popular with people who cannot eat meat-based products offered, particularly Muslims who are more inclined towards eating meat that is Halal, and Jews who are prohibited from eating non-kosher meat.[4] It is also a popular product among Asian consumers. During a scene in the 1993 animated film We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story, the character Buster refers to his enjoyment of Filet-O-Fish sandwiches (The character is a pterodactyl, whose diet is widely believed to consist of large quantities of fish).
Me: I'll have a chicken fajita pita
Waiter: Chicken or Beef?
Me: ....? Uhm... chicken...
I've had something similar happen, with one of the worst servers I've dealt with.
JESTER: "I'll have a burger, rare, but instead of fries I want a salad with bleu cheese."
STUPID WAITER: "Okay, and what kind of dressing would you like with that salad?"
JESTER: "Um.....bleu cheese?"
Sadly, THAT was the highlight of my dining experience that day. (Yes, there was more. Good god, there was more!)
"The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is Still A Customer."
*sigh* If I must. But if I have nightmares from revisiting that day, it's YOUR fault!
So my friend Frank and I went to one of our preferred open air dining establishments. And we had The Worst Server. We'll call him AJ, as that was his name.
I already mentioned the start of that, with the salad. It got worse.
As I've mentioned before, I like my burgers bloody. And I ordered my burger as such. And when I got it, it most certainly was NOT bloody.*
JESTER: "Frank, I know I'm a bit colorblind, but do you see ANY red in that burger at all?"
FRANK: "Yes."
JESTER: "Where?"
FRANK: "The tomato."
Yeah, I hang out with other smartasses. Anyone shocked by that?
Additionally, Frank was drinking iced tea and I was drinking beer. At one point, when AJ came over, I asked him specifically for another beer, a refill of tea for Frank, and another side of bleu cheese dressing for my salad.
Pause.
Time goes by.
Birds sing. Bees buzz. The sun gets lower in the sky.
Eventually, AJ came back around with a side of bleu cheese dressing.
Pause.
Time goes by.
Fish swim. Dogs frolic. Species evolve.
AJ shows up again, this time with a refill of tea for Frank. Notice the lack of another beer. I did. Frank did. AJ did not. Before I could say anything, he was GONE.
Pause.
Time goes by.
Nations war. Religions are born. Masterpieces are created.
AJ comes by.
JESTER: "Um, can I have that other beer?"
AJ: "Oh, you wanted another one? I wasn't sure."
What....weren't....you sure about? I ASKED you for one. My glass is noticeably EMPTY. There is a DESERT forming on my TONGUE! And if you weren't sure, or didn't hear me (which you clearly did, hence the bleu cheese dressing on my plate), as a server, isn't it your job to ASK ME IF I'D LIKE ANOTHER BLOODY FARKIN' BEER?
As a server, this whole experience physically hurt me.
Frank, naturally, was laughing his ass off.....once he got his tea, that is.
*Some things should be noted here. Why do I blame AJ for the burger? Because I have never had a problem at that establishment, before or since, getting a perfectly bloody burger. I doubt it was coincidence that the one time this baboon waited on me, the burger was overcooked. I am pretty sure he ordered it wrong. After all, he did EVERYTHING ELSE wrong. And why didn't I send the burger back? It was one of those days where I was on a tight schedule and didn't really have to putz around, especially with this brain dead clueless incompetent.
Why do I blame AJ for the burger? Because I have never had a problem at that establishment, before or since, getting a perfectly bloody burger. I doubt it was coincidence that the one time this baboon waited on me, the burger was overcooked.
Jester, why do you feel the need to insult baboons?
Any fool can piss on the floor. It takes a talented SC to shit on the ceiling.
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