It seems that Devon and I have stories that just keep coming to mind. There used to be a Denny's Restaurant on the corner of our street and we would go there in a pinch. It was never a very busy restaurant, and we enjoyed the quite times together.
One late evening, we were sitting in a booth, and an older couple (older than us anyways) were seated in the booth in front of us. Devon was facing them, as he is more of a people watcher. I had my back to them, but it was easy to hear their conversation, as they were quite loud.
The husband was complaining that his wife was suppose to go to the bathroom when they got to there. She informed him that she had changed her mind and had gone at home! He was not happy that she was not doing what she said she was going to do and the conversation continued to this end.
The young waitress, came and took their order. The man had ordered his eggs with a toasted English Muffin. You can imagine the conversation as he complained about what his wife was ordering and insisted she would not eat everything.
A few minutes later, the waitress brought their food and set it on the table. You could hear the man was not happy again and why would he...he did not seem to be happy with much of anything.
This young waitress came back and asked them if everything was to their satisfaction. Oh my, what a question to ask. The man picked up his English Muffin and said "You call this toast?'
The young girl looked at it carefully and said, "No sir, we call that an English Muffin!". The poor thing was just caught off guard and in her innocence, answered honestly.
I could not control myself and was laughing out loud.. Since Devon and I continued to talk about it and we were both laughing, I'm sure that man had no idea we were laughing at him.
After they left, we joked with the waitress about the entire conversation and felt it necessary to leave her an extra tip, since we concluded that the angry man probably did not!
Now, every time things are not what we expect, we use the line "YOU CALL THIS TOAST!"