Today I was at a local restaurant in Fairfax, VA with one of my sisters-in-law and her fiance. Patricia called me to place an order for her because she was going to meet us later. I ordered just like she told me: a BLT on wheat with mayo.
A minute later the waiter came back and asked me, “do you want anything else on that?”
“Uh, like what?”
“Like tomato or lettuce.”
I don’t know if it was the look on my face or what, but I could actually see the moment he realized what he was saying. “Oh wait, it’s a BLT. Never mind.”