I recently had one of those drive thru conversations that makes my head hurt.
Me: Can I have a cheeseburger and a small fry?
Drive thru attendant: We don't have small fries. Just medium, large and xtra large.
Me: Can I have your smallest fry then?
Drive thru attendant: You mean medium?
Me: Sure. Whatever.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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I insist on calling them 'small' and letting them get on with it. But then I'm just awkward.
I tried, but really she seemed hell bent on making me call the small a medium. It seemed to be some kind of issue with her.
I'm hoping that you understand that the poor, minimum-wage slob has no say in the matter. I actually got threatened with firing (bad construction, I know) over refusal to use the official language of the great and mighty Ronald of the Golden Arches back in the long long ago. Just blame the idiots in marketing who are certain the name will fool us.
At least it isn't a vente.
You could always ask for the kid's size. That has to still be a small...
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