Today we went to eat lunch and I ordered nachos. It's the sort of place where you walk through the line and point and say what/how much of each item you want.
Now, keeping in mind that I ordered NACHOS, the bedraggled high school boy proceeded to ask me if I wanted black beans (yes), pico de gallo (yes), steak or chicken (steak), bell pepper (yes), garlic (no), etc etc etc. We went through everything one by one.
It is worthy to note that he was making these nachos is a totally un-nacho fashion. He went to great pains to take each sequential item and place it on top of the others, in the middle of the pile of chips, and then press down with the spoon so he was making a sort of mountain of toppings that covered 4 chips and not all of the chips. Fully 80% of the chips had nothing on them.
Call me a brat, but when I order nachos I like to have a little bit of something on every chip. This is the point of nachos! If I wanted a pile of things on top of a fried tortilla I would have ordered a tostada.
After he makes the nachos all wrong and I decide I am never, ever ordering nachos from this place again he asked me if I wanted cheese. Really. He asked me that.
ISN'T THAT WHAT NACHOS ARE? CHIPS PLUS CHEESE???
Gah! I hate people.