These events happened last night:
My husband Steve and I had a craving for fish tacos so we went to the local Rubios to get our fill.
Jen: I’d like two 3 fish taco combos
Rubio’s cashier: Would you like chicken or Steak?
Jen: No, two 3 fish taco combos
Rubio’s cashier: We have chicken or steak. Which do you want? It’s the Especial combo.
Jen: No, I don’t want the Especial Combo. I want two 3 fish taco combos
Rubios’s cashier: Ma’am, we don’t have any fish. Would you like chicken or steak instead?
Jen (brain to mouth filter has failed): Dude! What do you mean you have no fish? This is a fish taco restaurant and it’s not Tuesday! (Fish Taco Tuesday = cheap fish tacos)
Rubio’s cashier: Well, the manager is out getting fish from a sister restaurant
Jen: Okay, we’ll have to punt tonight. (to Steve) Sweetie, what do you want to do now?
Steve (with pouty face on): I don’t care anymore …
We ended up at Baja Fresh … an end to a sad night of unfulfilled fish taco desire.