So th'father, Krystian (the Polish guy) and I are at a local pub. Why pub? Because England. Anyway, Krystian orders a beer, as does th'father, who then also asks for a pint of Coke on my behalf, since I was 15 at the time. The waitress gives him a startled expression, and asks him to repeat the order. He does. She asks one more time. He obliges. The waitress tells him to wait a moment, and she goes and brings over another waitress, to clarify the order. The second waitress takes down the order perfectly. Then the first waitress realises her initial mistake and reveals that she had, three times successively, misheard th'father.
She thought, for some bizarre reason, that he had been straight-facedly asking for 'a pint of cock'.
She thought, for some bizarre reason, that he had been straight-facedly asking for 'a pint of cock'.