Sorry To Be A Burger

(I am at a fairly old burger-and-shake place that my siblings and I love to go to. We have just ordered and are waiting for our food.)

Waitress: “Thanks for being patient. Here are your burgers and drinks will be right over.”

Brother: *to me* “Dude, I told her I don’t want lettuce or tomatoes on my burger.”

Me: “Well, tell her when she brings the drinks.”

(The waitress comes back with the drinks.)

Brother: “Excuse me; I didn’t want the lettuce or tomatoes on my sandwich.”

Waitress: “Oh, I’m sorry about that. Just don’t eat that sandwich and I’ll bring over a new one right away.”

(While the waitress goes to get the other burger my brother eats original one. I look at him in shock. The waitress comes back with the new burger, and it looks like we are trying to scam her.)

Me: *to my brother* “I am never going to come back here with you ever again.”