On my way home last night I decided to stop and get some fast food (love me the fast food)...so I place my order with the mutant at the counter...here is how it went:
MUTANT: What would you like?
NON-MUTANT: 6 tacos, a small popcorn chicken, and a small drink.
MUTANT: We don't have small drinks.
NON-MUTANT: You're sold out?
MUTANT: No...we don't carry small drinks...just medium and large.
NON-MUTANT: What is the smallest size you have?
NON-MUTANT: If that's the smallest size why isn't it called small?
MUTANT: Because it's medium.
NON-MUTANT: Define medium.
MUTANT: In between small and large. (I was very impressed with her and this statement)
NON-MUTANT: So why don't you have small?
MUTANT: Nobody wants small.
NON-MUTANT: I do.
MUTANT: We don't have small.
NON-MUTANT: May I order a medium and just fill it up half way?
MUTANT: I don't know...let me check with the manager.
NON-MUTANT: I hope he's small.
NON-MUTANT: Nevermind...I'll have a medium coke.
MUTANT: We don't have Coke.
NON-MUTANT: May I have a medium cola?
MUTANT: Is Pepsi okay?
NON-MUTANT: Pepsi Cola?
NON-MUTANT: Pepsi would be fine.
Moral of the story:
Tacos and popcorn chicken for dinner is awesome.