I'll have the extra chips please.
My girlfriend and I watched game six of the Lakers - Celtics game at a local sportsbar. We knew we'd be there for a few hours and leave for a concert after the game. It would be a long night so I wanted to pace myself. Looking over the appetizer menu nothing caught my eye. It was the standard sportsbar fare of deep fried anything you can drop in oil. Then I noticed the 'extra chips' for $1.50. When the waitress took our order I thought I'd play around and see how she reacts.
I'd like an order of the extra chips.
Excuse me? She replies with a curious look.
I'd like the extra chips.
But sir, you haven't ordered anything with tortilla chips.
That's okay, I don't want those chips. I just want the extra chips for $1.50
But you have to order the first chips to get extra chips for $1.50.
Yeah, but I don't want those chips. I only want the extras.
That is how I expected this conversation to go but as it turns out our waitress was not playing ball. Maybe she didn't get my joke. Maybe she just thought I was an asshole and didn't want to deal with me. Maybe she's the type that believes the customer is always right. I was disappointed when she started writing on her little pad. What, no silly banter back and forth about how I can't have extra chips until I order an entree?
Sometimes the world just won't play along with my mischief.
I'd like an order of the extra chips.
Excuse me? She replies with a curious look.
I'd like the extra chips.
But sir, you haven't ordered anything with tortilla chips.
That's okay, I don't want those chips. I just want the extra chips for $1.50
But you have to order the first chips to get extra chips for $1.50.
Yeah, but I don't want those chips. I only want the extras.
That is how I expected this conversation to go but as it turns out our waitress was not playing ball. Maybe she didn't get my joke. Maybe she just thought I was an asshole and didn't want to deal with me. Maybe she's the type that believes the customer is always right. I was disappointed when she started writing on her little pad. What, no silly banter back and forth about how I can't have extra chips until I order an entree?
Sometimes the world just won't play along with my mischief.