More Think Gets You Drink

(We pull up into a drive-thru of a common fast food chain.)

Me: “I’d like two orders of tacos and three [Burgers] with a small vanilla [Soda].”

Cashier: “Okay, pull up to the window, please.”

(We get there and she hands us the food. No drink.)

Cashier: “Okay, thank you. Come again.”

(We just sit there until she comes back.)

Cashier: “Are you waiting on something?”

Us: “Ya. We ordered a small vanilla [Soda].”

(She looks like I just asked her to solve an algebra problem and she turns to her (I assume) assistant manager as she walks away.)

Cashier: “Can you deal with them? I have no idea what they want.”