WHAT THE CHICKEN IS GOING ON??

Today, Johnny, Butch and I had lunch at a local chicken restaurant. In front of us in line were two Mexican construction workers. The guy in front of me was trying to order a combo number four.

“You want a combo number one?” the lady asked.

“Four, four,” he said.

“Yes, the combo number one comes with four chicken strips.”

After she was done mangling their orders, it was on to ours.

Now unless you simply order a Coke or a sundae or something, it’s pretty much a given rule that orders come out in the order that they go in. Two minutes later, a younger girl from behind the counter brought Butch and I our lunches in to go boxes. It was obvious to us that the meals belonged to the construction workers. What was even funnier is, this place uses a number system, and the numbers on the receipts didn’t match our numbers sitting on the table.

“I think you’re looking for those two guys right there,” I said and pointed at them.

“No, this is your order,” she said. “I’m just not sure why they made it to go.”

“Those two guys got to go orders,” Johnny said.

When we looked at the to go orders, they weren’t even what we ordered. I ordered a combo number one which comes with four chicken strips; I got a combo number two, which comes with seven. Butch’s order wasn’t even remotely close. As the girl left I said, “can I get some honey mustard when you come back?”

HAH HAH THE JOKES ON ME BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T COME BACK. Seriously. The next time I saw her, she was standing outside. Yes, outside.

Butch eventually got something resembling his order. I got double what I ordered. The construction guys just stood around looking confused when the girl brought them their food on a tray.

“ES NUMBER FOUR?” he said.

“YES THERE ARE FOUR PIECES OF CHICKEN HERE,” the lady said.

Aye, carumba.