Lindsey wanted me to re-tell her the cheeseburger story the other day, even though she was there for it. Lindsey swears it's the only time she's ever heard me yell at somebody other than my immediate family.
ACTUAL conversation while going through the Dairy Queen drive through:
Incomprehensible Speaker (IS): Welcome to Dairy Queen how can I help you?
Me: Yes, I'd like a small brownie blast blizzard and...
IS: A cheeseburger?
Me: [pause] No, a small brownie blast blizzard. And I also want a small ice cream cone with chocolate dip.
IS: [Long pause.] Okay, that'll be $9.54, please pull around.
Me: ...$9.54? Can you read back my order, please?
IS: I have three items, a cheeseburger, a brownie blast blizzard and a small ice cream cone with chocolate dip.
Me: No, I don't want the cheeseburger.
IS: Okay, so you ONLY want the cheeseburger?
Me: [exasperated] Nooooo! I ONLY want the small brownie blast blizzard and small ice cream cone with chocolate dip!
IS: Hang on. [Long pause.] Okay thanks for your patience, that's $6.46, please pull around.
Lindsey and I chuckle about the miscommunication as we head to the pick up window.
Person at window (PAW): Here is your brownie blast blizzard and a small ice cream cone with chocolate dip.
Me: Where's my cheeseburger?
Me: Just kidding! Ha, that was really funny. Have a great day!