Fast Food....

Today was my first foray into unfamiliar territory - the fast food joint. I've come a long way since my McJob days and that fateful Friday when me and two mates ate three Big Mac meals in one day.

I went to Del Taco and had some kind of burrito affair. It must be my accent but what I must have asked for was a sweaty sheet of bread filled with taupe sludge and yellow fat. The menu said beans and cheese tortilla but so much can get lost in translation.

Luckily for me, the childhood indoctrination to finish all my food had temporarily but immediately disappeared. I took a few bites and left the rest - to science.

I also enjoyed how much confusion my orange juice and soda request seemed to cause. I don't think it's that crazy a drink but I may as well be speaking Gallic sometimes when I ask for it. This is usually how the conversation goes:

Me: Can I have an orange juice and soda please
Server: Soda?
Me: Sparking water
Server: Like....
Me: Fizzy water?!
Server: Oh right. Sure
They then bring a glass of orange juice and a glass of soda water
Me: No. I meant mixed together
Server: You want them in the same glass?!
Me: Yes please
Server: Oh. I've never heard of that
Me: Well...
Server: I love your accent. What part of Australia are you from?

God Bless, America.