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| - Me - "I think my salsa has cheese in it. This looks like cheese."
Waitress - "No way, no, we don't add cheese to our salsa, man. That's like... an onion." *walks away*
Homie 1 - "Nope, feels like cheese."
Homie 2 - "Yup, tastes like cheese."
Homie 3 - "Yeah, that's cheese!"
Me - "Yeah, this definitely has bits of cheese in it."
Waitress - "Okay man, but like, we don't like... add... cheese to salsa, you know? But yeah, okay, I'll check it out man."
Me - "I'm guessing this salsa came from some sort of Nacho building station, and there was just cross-contamination."
Homie 2 - "Yeah, definitely cross-contamination."
- 10 minutes later -
Waitress - "Okay, man! So like, I went to like, the kitchen, man, and checked it out for you. And I figured this out for you all by MYSELF, man! And like, man, what happened man was like, this salsa, is like kept next to like, the cheese man, you know, for Nachos, man! So what I did, was like, we got this salsa from a container from the fridge man. And it's like super fresh, man. Like, it only has tomatoes, and like onions and peppers, you know man, like super fresh. Tell us right away if you have a dairy allergy man, and WE WILL LOOK OUT FOR YOU."
P.S. I'm not a man. But thanks, man.
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