It was a taco place where the tacos are ordered on slip of paper based off of the meat - and between the 6 of us at our table we had 17 tacos of varying meats. She'd specifically asked us not to use roman numerals and my nerdy, dad-joke-loving brain provoked me to jokingly complain we would have to use real numbers. Which went right over her head - or maybe I didn't say it loud enough - but it was clear she was not in it for the jokes. And I'll admit, it was dumb, so I moved on.
Anyway, we ordered using real numbers and when our tacos were delivered, we were missing one taco. Perhaps we assumed it was on its way, but after most of the tacos had been eaten we were still lacking the last special taco.
After literally grabbing our waitress, we noted that the special taco had not arrived. To say her facial expression was perplexed might be an understatement. She looked at the table and walked away without saying a word. Every time she would come it looked as though she was examining the table searching for the missing taco.
I had wondered if she thought we ate it and were trying to get a free taco out of the night... but I had also noticed her looking at other tables. Speculation led us to believe that a food runner delivered the taco to the wrong table and she was on a mission to find it. Nonetheless, it made our meal that much more entertaining as we jokingly looked under plates, water carafes and chairs for the taco.
At the end of the meal we even joked about telling her we had found the taco and that it was under the water the whole time. Yes. We're nerds. But it was a fantastic time full of laughter and delicious food. Other than my initial irritation, I don't think I'll complain about good meals with friends.
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