Hi Friends,
So, today I went to El Pollo Loco for some tacos (excellent, btw). After I had finished my meal, I decided to take a tasty cup of Flan home for later. Upon ordering, the cashier asked my name. I spelled out E-R-I-N for him, and when I got the ticket, I realized this is what he actually heard.
Bless his wee little heart.
7 comments:
I guess I should forward you the walmart cake email I got -- if I've still got it around! How Funny!
that is so funny, that happens all the time here in our diverse land of San Diego. When I give my simple name of Jill it is never what they hear.
That is hilarious!
hahahahahahahah...sirry boy
this reminds me of a hilarious episode from 30 Rock. Your cashier might have IRAN on the mind. Maybe you should report him to Homeland Security...
HA HA HA HA HA!!!
OH WHAT A DEEP DOWN BELLY CHUCKLE THIS POST GAVE ME!
Thanks ERIN!
Oh, that just made my day. Too Funny!!!
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