So, I went to Taco Mayo to get me a #3 mexicali grilled burrito with tater locos. I said, “I would like a #3, beef, please.” The waitress looked at me and said, “Chicken or steak?” I shook my head, stared at the ceiling, thinking to myself, “If I said Beef, doesn’t that mean Steak?” I answered, “Steak”. She printed my ticket, handed it and my cup to me.
They called my number, I picked up my order, sat down and bit into it. Guess what? Chicken. The reciept said #3 Steak, I said Beef & Steak. How did I end up with chicken? I ate the crap as I was already pissed about my day as I had a flat on a header trailer, got it fixed, then blew out the same tire 12 miles later. I got rained on the both times that I was changing tires on the side of the highway with trucks blowing by me. At least it is raining.