This felt like such a simple request
After arriving early for my flight and checking out the Onizuka memorial mini-museum (my review on FB: "kinda disappointing. The historical/memorial stuff was nice, but the rest is sort of a disorganized jumble of generic science-y toys/demos. On the plus side the latter makes it a good place to keep kids distracted if you have time to kill. Exhibits feel a bit dated, e.g. the panels about Keck note that funding has been approved and Keck II will be online in 1996 :-)") I went through security and decided to have lunch in the cafe.
The kalua pork nachos sounded yummy (I've been eating a lot of this pork this week), and the sign said cheese, sour cream, tomatoes, onions, and jalapenos. Other people in front of me got various types of nachos, and I noticed the cheese was the usual orange cheese-like goo, which seems like a horrible thing to do to such tasty meat, so I ordered "pork nachos, no cheese."
She starts to make it and asks "so you just want it dry?"
"No, I want everything else, just no cheese."
"Oh, so sour cream, tomatoes..."
"Yep!"
She puts those on and looks back at me. "What else do you want on it?"
(slower and louder) "Everything else." Seriously is this a difficult concept? Apparently so, because she continues to regard me blankly. "Whatever it says on the sign here." Still a blank look. (I really hate this, where a place has something on the menu that lists a bunch of stuff and yet you still have to enumerate the ingredients for them. You're the one who works here...)
I give up and start rattling off "onions, jalapenos..."
A light goes on. "Oh, you want the other stuff."
"YES. Everything except cheese."
I move with the rest of the line towards the cashier to pay. My nachos show up with the pork, a scoop of sour cream, tomatoes, and a very few chunks of onions as an afterthought. Sigh. I did get the jalapenos eventually.