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Today’s lunch attempt, a trip to the pizza hunt lunch buffer, was foiled due to pizza hut not having a buffet.

No worries however; we went to the Bajio instead. Bajio is basically just like a Qdoba or Chiptole - a mexican bar where you pick out your stuff you want to go into your burrito/enchilada/taco/etc.

Now, this place is the source of endless confusion for people the first time they go. They have no idea what to get, or how to pick between three types of beans, two types of rice, etc, etc. I’m sure if you’ve ever been in one of these types of places you know what I’m talking about.

I was in line, about 3 people back from starting to place my order when a very old couple slowly came up and got in line behind me. The lady was carrying a pamphlet style menu; in my mind this meant that she probably had been researching the place ahead of time so she would know what they would order.

I didn’t pay them any attention, and waited a little bit longer to move forward. Eventually, she spoke to me:

“Excuse me”, she said. “Have you been here before?”

“Yes”, I said.

“Oh, well I haven’t. I have no idea what to get”.

Now, this is typical. I haven’t had to explain options like this before, but I’ve certainly been around when people seemed confused over what they should be ordering. It wasn’t out of the ordinary, really.

“Everything on the menu is really good”, I said.

“Well, this is what I’m going to get”, she said, holding up the menu and pointing to it with her finger.

Her choice: guacamole.

“You don’t want that”, I told her.

“Why?”, she said.

“Because it’s a side dish. It’s really small. It would be like ordering ketchup at a restaurant.” I told her. “Maybe you should order a taco or burrito or something”

“No”, she said. “I have high cholesterol and my doctor said this is one of the things I should be eating”. She had no idea what she what it was, or even how to pronounce it. She just knew that it was on the menu at this particular restaurant.

“You know, you can just buy some at Kroger”, I told her.

“Really? Oh gee, thanks!” she said, and she left. Her husband followed her, oblivious to anything she and I just talked about. He just knew she was moving, and he was to follow.

Hilarity I tell you!

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