I’ll never forget the night in my teens where I went drunk to McDonald’s, kept ordering a Whopper and the staff kept only asking “What?”, instead of saying this is a McDonald’s!

I spent minutes thinking i’m in hell, like, why don’t they understand what I’m saying?

I tried intonating “Whopper” in thousand different ways.

Then i realized my mistake myself and ordered the adequate burger. They just kept looking awkwardly at me, like they never really got what i was mistaking. It’s like they didn’t even know what a “Whopper” is. Go figure.