Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Lost in translation


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:

Ashley said...

I guess I should forward you the walmart cake email I got -- if I've still got it around! How Funny!

The blogging Bakers said...

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.

Mama Cher, Ok, fine, it's Sharon said...

That is hilarious!

Reagan said...

hahahahahahahah...sirry boy

Kelsey K. Hartley said...

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...

Nathan said...

HA HA HA HA HA!!!
OH WHAT A DEEP DOWN BELLY CHUCKLE THIS POST GAVE ME!
Thanks ERIN!

Kristine said...

Oh, that just made my day. Too Funny!!!