Waiting In Vegas

Today two french ladies came in to eat lunch.  They were both in their late twenties and seemed pleasant enough.  The first lady ordered a salad and the second one ordered a burger.  After the second one ordered her burger the following conversation happened:

Her: Lattice on zee sied

Me: Huh?

Her: Lattice on zee sied (slightly annoyed)

Me: Lattice?

Her: Lattice on zee sied (getting more annoyed and using a firmer voice)

Me: Lattice? on the side? (saying it to myself in an attempt to figure out what she is saying)

Her: green lattice… on zee sied

Me: OH…. lettuce.  You want the lettuce from your burger on the side?

Her:  Huh?

Me: Do you want the lettuce that normally comes on your burger on the side?

Her:  No, No, No. I want a sied of lattice.

Me:  You want lettuce on a plate on the side? And the burger the way it comes?

Her: Yes.

Me:  So… just some lettuce on a plate?

Her:  Saleeed

Me: OH… You want a side salad?

Her: YEEEES

Me:  We don’t have side salads

Her:  You have no side saleeeed

Me:  No, we have no side saleeeed

Her: (looking pissed) OK, then jest the burger.

I repeated the story to my neo-nazi co-worker and we both laughed.  I was surprised when these ladies tipped me 20%.