Last night, my guy and I drove thru Taco Bell. I've not been there for years, so I was not familiar with the menu. We decided to get the Grande Meal, figuring that would be enough for us both.
We couldn't tell what the hell the woman was squawking about thru the speaker, so my guy asked her to repeat herself. She squawked again, with more impatience. I still didn't understand what she was saying, but my guy speaks squawkese, so he responded in kind; sounding to me suspiciously like Charlie Brown's teacher.
Amazingly, our order was just what we wanted; four soft tacos, three hard tacos, and three bean buritos.