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.
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7 comments:

  1. AshleyOctober 7, 2008 at 2:49 PM

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

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  2. The blogging BakersOctober 7, 2008 at 4:25 PM

    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.

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  3. Mama Cher, Ok, fine, it's SharonOctober 7, 2008 at 7:50 PM

    That is hilarious!

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  4. reagan:October 8, 2008 at 11:32 AM

    hahahahahahahah...sirry boy

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  5. Kelsey K. HartleyOctober 9, 2008 at 5:42 PM

    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...

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  6. NathanOctober 11, 2008 at 1:27 PM

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

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  7. KristineOctober 15, 2008 at 6:44 PM

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

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