The scene: Maria Selma's, which has awesome tortilla chips, a good priced happy hour margarita, and once welcomed me on my birthday. Otherwise overpriced, overzealous valet parking, and a bit snobby.
Waitress: "Can I get you anything else right now?"
Me: "I kind of want a kid's quesadilla. Just something really simple. Is that possible?"
W: "...You can order a regular quesadilla."
M: "The $8 one? No thanks."
W: Ok.
(Later)
W: "Are you ladies ready to order?"
M: "We're just having drinks. Thanks."
(Later)
M: "I am hungry though. Do you want queso? You like queso. We could split a small."
M: "We pissed her off. She is not coming back."
C: "Look, you can order cheese for $1 and tortillas for $1.50. I dare you to fold them up and ask her to microwave it for you."
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if siara was there, she would have ordered the kid's quesadilla for you.
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