Due to unusual circumstances (Translation to English: my lunch was forcibly ejected from the fridge at work, which was incompatible with the survival of the glass-based container it was residing in at the time of the incident), I had to go out to get lunch. In the name of getting back to work quickly, as Thursdays are short days for me, I went to Wendy's. This is a reasonable approximation of the conversation I had with one of the employees.
Employee: "What kind of dressing for your salad?"
Me: "Honey-dijon, please."
Employee: "What kind of dressing do you want?"
Employee: What kind of dressing for your salad?"
Me: "Honey-dijahn. It says honey-dijon on the board, it's a dressing, right?"
Employee: "You have the salad with your meal?"
Employee: "You want the Honey Mustard?"
Sometimes I just don't get fast food joints - they make me wonder if I have aspergers syndrome. After that conversation, I wasn't even going to touch the issue that my "sprite, no ice" had more ice than sprite.