While in line at McDonald's at Chicago's O'Hare Airport, the Spouse and I witnessed the following exchange. The people involved were a young cashier and an unhappy customer of Indian descent.
Customer: (holding an uneaten salad in his hand) I wanted a salad without any meat. This has meat in it.
Cashier: That's not meat. That's just bacon.
Yep, that's what she said. The customer, after a second or two of stunned silence, decided that it was going to be necessary to state the obvious.
Customer: Bacon is meat. I can't eat meat.
Cashier: (in an irritated tone) So ... does that mean you don't want the bacon?
It almost makes waiting at O'Hare worthwhile...
