Today, the father of a foreign family at one of my tables asked me for some pico for his burger. "Yeah, no problem!" I smiled.
After a trip to the kitchen to fetch the pico, I returned to the man's table with a small bowl of the tomato mixture. "Here you go!" I said as I sat it down in front him.
A disappointed look slowly spread across his face.
Me: "Is there something else I can get for you?"
Him: "Pico. Please."
Me: "More pico?"
Him: "Pico... for my burger."
Me: "Sir, this is your pico..."
*awkward silence*
Me: "OHHHH!"
*light bulb goes off*
Me: "You'd like pickle for your burger!"
