Thursday, March 24, 2011

dos eggies

Back in the day, I worked as a hostess/fountain girl/waitress at Ruby’s Diner  in Corona Del Mar.  Ok, so I was a worthless waitress.  Talk about not being able to multi-task...yeah, that’s me.  Anyhoo...  I was working at the fountain one day.  (Everybody loves the fountain girl!  I mean, really, you have to be in a good mood when someone is handing you ice cream, right?!)  A waitress asked me if I would grab her “dos eggies” out of the pantry room.  “Sure!” I said.  I thought it was strange that eggs would be kept in a pantry and not in some sort of refrigerated apparatus, but there I was searching high and low for 2 eggs. no avail.  I knew it was taking me an eternity, so I finally came back and told the waitress, “I’m so sorry but I can’t find a single egg back there.”  She had a puzzled expression and said, “I asked for Dos Equis...the beer?”  

“Ohh....I thought you wanted dos egg-ies.”  Needless to say, we had a good laugh and my hubby often reminds me of that story.
I’ve never been a drinker, so hopefully my naivete is understandable. ;)
Yes.  This is a true story.

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