(344 votes, average: 4.03 out of 5)
Loading ...We were on our way to a restaurant where you have to order at the counter, I’m on crutches right now so I told my mom I didn’t want to have to go up so she should order for me… and it got a little complicated.
me: I want baked mostaccioli with marina sauce
mom: No, I’m not ordering for you
me: Come on, I just want to sit.
mom: No, you order. I’ll mess it up and you’ll get mad.
dad: I’ll do it. She wants marinara
mom: No, that’s not what she wants. See he already got it wrong. You order.
me: He got the sauce I want right. I want baked mostaccioli with marinara
dad: Ok, you want baked… mozzarella cheese?
me: No. Baked mostaccioli.
dad: Masta chili? What’s that? Baked masta chili?
mom: (interrupts) No! She doesn’t want baked.
me: Mom, that’s the part he got right… I want baked MOSTACCIOLI.
dad: Baked? Wait, how can they bake pasta?
me: What? What do you mean how could they… NEVERMIND. I’ll order.
mom: Good!
5 minutes later
mom: (to me with a smile) I’m going to eat all of yours. I don’t know how to say it, but I know what it is.
me: OH MY GOD!
(4.87 out of 5)