--Let me explain--
This morning at 11:30 am, my mother and I went to Wal-Mart (aka hell-hole of the world) We left after picking up a few items. As we drove home the car turned into Hardee's. And for those of you who don't have a Hardee's, well... you should probably keep it that way. I always get on my mom because she is heavily addicted to Diet coke. We are talking about a consumption rate at about 80 oz. od DC daily... problem? Possibly. She swears up and down that she didn't turn in to get a coke, that the car is just programed to know what she needs and went there by itself! ya... right.
Pulling up to order her usual, we are greeted by a "Welcome to Hardee's, would you like to try a... (followed by whatever the special of the day is)" Today it was a hamlkjsndfnsdfjksd (aka indecipherable word) chicken tender?" My mom didn't respond to the woman merely because she had no earthly clue what she uttered.
She ordered her coke. We pulled up to the window and right before we got there I said "Mom, did she offer you a hamburger chicken tender?" Mom says "I honestly have no idea." Well she proceeds to ask the woman if that is what she offered us. The attendant responds "Haha, no I said would you like a handkfasdljfldskjflksdjn chicken tender!" Still didn't get it.
We finally figure out that she offered a HAND BREADED CHICKEN TENDER... not a hamburger chicken tender. Bless her heart.. this communication error was most likely due to the lack of teeth the woman had... Never the less we got my mom's coke.. and that is all. that. matters.