Unfiltered Story #296177
The German word for fries is the French word “pommes” – just in a very butchered pronounciation: “pom-mess”. When I was a child (maybe about 8 or 10), I hated fries. I also was very nervous whenever ordering something at a counter and tried to get everything right. One time, at the movie theatre, I went up to the concessions stand and ordered popcorn – except I confused it with another word starting with “po-“.
Me (excitedly): One small pommes, please!
Vendor, without skipping a beat: With ketchup or mayonnaise?
(Mind you, this movie theater does not sell fries and never has.)
An awkward silence ensued with him looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to get the joke and my mistake, and me being quite baffled. At first, I was trying to understand what just happened and then I sort of panicked, afraid that I might get fries – which I hate – for the little pocket money I have with me. After a short silence with me processing this, I suddenly realised what must have happened and I quickly tried to fix my mistake to keep him from selling me fries.
Me (agitated): No, wait! I wanted popcorn! Not pommes!
The vendor laughed and assured me that he understood what I actually wanted. He got a good laugh out of it – and I did, too, after I realised that he was just messing with me and had no intention of selling me non-existant food that I hated. I still laugh about it to this day, so thank you, dear movie theatre vendor!