My birthday has been pretty good, but I've spent almost the whole day rehearsing for the musical and being at NHS inductions... but my best friend and I went out to my favorite Mexican restaurant. We and this old couple were the only people in the restaurant, and we were sitting right near the kitchen door.
Anyway, the waiter was named Antonio, and he popped up literally every two minutes because we were right next to the kitchen. He was young and cute-ish, but not attractive because he gave off a 'really annoying person' kind of vibe somehow. Well, we'd ordered enchiladas, and he came back two minutes later and said, "So... your enchiladas. Do you want tacos?"
I can't really describe how randomly he said this. But I was just staring at him wordlessly, not sure of what to say. Finally, I just said, "... I'm sorry, I'm confused." And he just said, "So... your enchiladas. Do you want tacos?" again.
My friend goes, "... No, we want enchiladas." He goes, "Great, cool, you want tacos?" I said, "You mean... with the enchiladas?"
Antonio: Yep.
Schmerg: Do they come with it?
Antonio: The tacos? No, no, no, no.
Schmerg's friend: Oh, no thank you, then.
Antonio: No, no, no, no, they don't come with it, but if you want tacos, we can give you some for free. Shh!
Schmerg: Um. Uh... no thank you?
Antonio: Oh. No tacos. (Walks away looking crestfallen.)
I seriously think he drugged the tacos or something. It was a little bizarre.
In my pants, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun! --Marius Pantsmercy