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.