I had a miniature melt down last Wednesday, and just couldn't hold it together. So many factors all hitting me at once. To make me feel a bit better my sweet husband ordered my FAVORITE salad from Cafe Rio. Rob dropped me at the door to run in and grab the take-out. The pick-up conversation went like this...keep in mind, I was already in a bad mood.
Me: "Hi, I have a take-out order under the name of Rob."
Him (in thickest Spanish accent POSSIBLE): "Okay, Order for Robby?"
Me: "Yeah." (didn't I just say that?)
Him: (HUGE GRIN) "Robby-dobby-doo?"
Me: (courtesy laugh) "That's funny."
Him: (Bigger grin) "Yes? Robby-dobby-do?"
Me: (fake laugh, small eye roll, thinking - REALLY? JUST GIVE ME MY FREAKING FOOD!)"Yes, Robby-dobby-do."
Him: (suddenly very serious) "No...Robby W?"
Me: "Oh yes. Um, Robby W."
2 comments:
that's so awesome. you'll have to get ben to tell you about his similar experience... gotta love the language barriers
Too funny! I wish I could have been there!
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