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!!!