Sidelining Sense

Me: “Do you have side salads?”

Employee: “What?”

Me: “Side salads. Do you sell them here?

Employee: “No. What kind of salad do you want?”

I couldn’t see any salads on the menu.

Me: “I don’t know, what kind do you have?”

She lists the types of salads.

Employee: “…and side salads.”

Me: “…okay, I’ll take a side salad.”

Employee: “What kind of dressing?”

Me: “Do you have vinaigrette?”

Employee: “No, we have Italian and ranch.”

Me: “Okay, Italian.”

I pull around to the window where a different person is working. I get my bag and check inside. They gave me thousand island dressing. At this point, I was so flustered that I didn’t even remember what I asked for.

Me: “Excuse me, I got the wrong dressing.”

Window Employee: “Okay, what kind did you want?”

Me: “Whatever your lightest dressing is would be fine.”

Window Employee: “Vinaigrette okay?”

For a second, I legitimately thought I was being punked.