UGH you just reminded me that my husband says "nucular" too. He's from a suburban town that has a certain methy reputation and sometimes, it definitely shows.

I worked at a mexican restaurant for years, fajitas quesadillas, jalepenos were constantly mispronounced. I also had people that referred to the tortillas as bread.

My wife pronounces Tzatziki as Tahini. Which she then says is a thing so it's OK.

I don't really get it either, but my father has problems with a lot of words, even when coached. He can hear the difference if I pronounce them for him, but he can't make his mouth produce the right sounds. We even tried this:

See, I don't get when someone can't grasp a word like that. "Fa-hee-tas." Simple sounds. I just don't get it.

Oh God, the fucking "Chi-pole-tee" people. NO. STAHP. STAHP THAT. WRONG.

My mom likes lemon and I hate it but I have found it is almost hopeless to ask for the drinks to be different. I just let them all come with lemon and plop my slice into her drink. Sometimes it seems people just want life to be difficult.

The polenta story reminds me of something my friend and coworker said once. She's a sort of naive girl who is smart but hasn't experienced much in the world. Anyway, one day we were having a conversation among coworkers about the interesting folks who work on our night staff. Friend says, "Did you know Tom speaks…

This makes me so sad. But why can't I stop laughing?

Lemon story! I might have told this before but I can't remember. I had some terrible old customer once who would always bitch about the iced tea. He would ask for lemons and would never be satisfied with the level of lemons he received. It wouldn't be bad if he didn't come in twice a day and bitch about…

Lots of people don't specify whether or not they would like a lemon. And then instead of removing it from the glass, will say "Oooh, I wanted this on the side. Can I get a new one?" In those cases, I would bring it into the kitchen, lick the lemon and then put it on a side plate for the person who just wasted my time.

That's because you're not an insane senior citizen.

Jeez. I always ask for no ice, receive ice, anyway, about 2/3 of the time, and have never complained in my life.

That might have been my old roommate. Who got really angry at me and called me a know it all when I told her that Tokyo was NOT the capital of China. Beijing was the capital. She was freaking out and started crying. She was angry with me for days.

Are there people who bother the server with this? That's insane!

The lemons thing gets on my nerves, because my girlfriend doesn't specify whether she wants lemon and then gets annoyed when they bring her one. Most people like lemon with their iced tea, and will get mad if you don't bring them one. If you don't want lemon, take it off the side of the fucking glass, or specify in…

My policy has always been "are the correct items all present on the table even if they're in front of the wrong people? If yes then everyone can trade to get what they ordered and there's no reason to bother the server with it."

Yeah, seriously. To paraphrase some comic I can't recall: who opens up a new pair of Nikes and thinks, "FREE SUGAR PACKET, YAY!"

My parents would always order ice water as their drink. One wanted lemon, the other DID NOT WANT LEMON VERY MUCH THANK YOU! DO NOT PUT LEMON IN MY DRINK!!!! The order often came confused - mom got dad's lemon and vice versa, and they were always INFURIATED that restaurants could not get this right. I agree an…

How does ice pack lady even live with herself? If people knew I ate an ice pack I would seriously die of shame. Die. Of. Shame.