Reached Your ‘T’ Total

Me: “I’d like three soft tacos with no lettuce, and a medium drink.”

Cashier: “A T8?”

Me: “What?”

Cashier: “A T8.”

Me: “I’m sorry; I still don’t understand what you’re saying to me.”

Cashier: “A T8.”

Me: “You’re just repeating that over and over.”

Cashier: “Do you want a T8?”

Me: “I don’t know what that is.”

Cashier: *pointing to the menu* “A T8.”

Me: *squinting to read the print describing the meal* “Um…”

Cashier: “Three tacos and a drink.”

Me: *rolling my eyes* “Then, yes, call it that if you want.”