“So what’s the deal with Taco Tuesday?”
“You order a beer, and we give you a free Taco”
“Great. Well, I’ll have a Dos Esquis”
“Beef or Chicken Taco?”
“Uh, beef please”
“And would you like any food?”
There is a pause while my mind boggles and I look completely confused. The brits titter at me as I skip a gear and clunk in bafflement.
“The taco isn’t food?”
“No”
“Is it very small?”
The cowboy-hat wearing waiter looks at me as if I’ve just invited him to play ping-pong with hard-boiled eggs. Whilst naked. On the moon. He reaches up to push the hat out of his eyes and sneers at me.
“Of course!”
Jamie and Nikki burst into giggles as I reach for the menu and try and find some food to order. I settle on a fajita and the waiter minces away, swinging his hips.
Posted in Travel on Wednesday May 3, 2006.
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