Mrs Monkey and I went on a date. Ok, not really. We had to go to the church, hang a few pictures, pick up meds at the pharmacy, and then grab dinner (and carry out for the kids)
She wanted cheap and fast so Taco Bell it was. Our TB ignores you typically and forces you to use the order kiosks. So we ordered our food and ate. Now its time to put the to go order in.
I get to the last screen where it asks for my first name and last initial. So I entered "Marco" "P".
I apparently cant play poker, because the wife starts grilling me as we wait.
"What are you up to?"
"Me? Nothing. Why?" (not looking innocent apparently)
"You are up to something. WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!"
"Nothing!"
She wasnt buying it.
A few minutes later Our order is up and the young man in his late teens/early 20s walks towards the counter with a bag and says "MARCO?"
Of course I had to reply loudly "POLO!" and stood up.
At first he looked at me funny.
Then it clicked and gave me the "dad joke" look.
Then I got to the counter with a eating grin and the more he thought about it, a big smile crossed his face. I wished him a good night and by the time he got back toward the prep line, I could see he was chuckling. And so were the two others waiting for their food. And I'm pretty sure his coworkers were asking him what just happened. So I'm sure they were entertained as well.
The wife? Its a good thing she loves me.
She wanted cheap and fast so Taco Bell it was. Our TB ignores you typically and forces you to use the order kiosks. So we ordered our food and ate. Now its time to put the to go order in.
I get to the last screen where it asks for my first name and last initial. So I entered "Marco" "P".
I apparently cant play poker, because the wife starts grilling me as we wait.
"What are you up to?"
"Me? Nothing. Why?" (not looking innocent apparently)
"You are up to something. WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!"
"Nothing!"
She wasnt buying it.
A few minutes later Our order is up and the young man in his late teens/early 20s walks towards the counter with a bag and says "MARCO?"
Of course I had to reply loudly "POLO!" and stood up.
At first he looked at me funny.
Then it clicked and gave me the "dad joke" look.
Then I got to the counter with a eating grin and the more he thought about it, a big smile crossed his face. I wished him a good night and by the time he got back toward the prep line, I could see he was chuckling. And so were the two others waiting for their food. And I'm pretty sure his coworkers were asking him what just happened. So I'm sure they were entertained as well.
The wife? Its a good thing she loves me.