A true story
The scene: Road Town, British Virgin Islands (BVI)
The time: present day, early afternoon
The location: The Batcave/Spaghetti Junction - a bar/restaurant catering (?) to the boating/cruising/tourist crowd.
Actual facts and conversations:
Myself: "I would like a Carib lager."
Waitress: "We only have the regular." (note: Carib Lager IS 'regular'!)
Myself: "I would like the chicken fajitas."
Food arrives. It is a chicken (?) kebab on a bed of rice. No fajitas visible. No iron skillet, no tortillas, no sizzling vegatables, etc.
Myself: "I'm sorry but I don't think this is what I ordered."
Food taken away without comment.
Waitress: "I didn't hear you. I didn't know you wanted the fajitas. Anyway we are out of chicken."
Myself: "OK - how about shrimp fajitas then?"
Waitress: "You can't have fajitas because we are out."
Myself: "But didn't the person sitting at the next table have fajitas (iron skillet, etc.)?"
Myself: "Was that the last batch or something?"
Waitress: "(Latching onto an excuse) yes that was the last batch!"
Myself: "Can I order something else please?"
Waitress: "No because it's 3 PM and the kitchen is closed."