I'll tell you why!

"Tell me why I read cheese then!" Now lets get to the story, a man order the kids macaroni, mind you it's macaroni with sauce or butter, it doesn't say cheese. When the dish comes out, the man is angry because he ordered the kids macaroni and cheese like it says on the menu, well surprise, it's not on the kids menu. He proceeds to become angry and wants to know why he read cheese. Not sure we can answer that for you sir, it clearly doesn't say cheese on the menu, so I'm guessing you just misread it, yet you want me to have to explain that to you, while you get mad at me for it. I'm failing to make the connection between you misreading something and getting mad at the server for your mistake. Did I miss something there, is this like the movie Being John Malkovich? Did someone else climb in a magic door that lead to your brain and that person controlled you for a bit... see the movie, it makes more sense that way. Oh great job on getting mad in front of your kid, I bet that's not going to somehow influence them when they grow up and go out to eat.... not one bit I bet. I believe from now on, when I make a mistake like that I'm just going to start blaming others, hell the other day I put the wrong gas in my car, I believe I'm going to blame the clerk behind the counter, hell I never even went inside, I paid at the pump, but I bet that sneaky ass somehow made me read the buttons wrong and that's why I pump the wrong gas! Son of biscuit, I just figured it out, perhaps I should find a new gas station! Look buddy when you finally came back from crazy, come in and get dinner again, just make sure no one makes you read the menu wrong!