One time I stepped up to the counter at Chow King to order a garlic chicken lauriat. (Side note: why are these meals called "lauriats"? It makes it sound like these chickens have been honored for having the highest intellectual achievements, like why?)
The girl at the counter said, "Hi ma'am. Welcome to Chow King, how can I help you?"
And I said, "Hi, can I please have a garlic chicken lauriat to go, thank you."
And she straight up laughed at my face. She started cracking up, and she put her hand over her mouth to presumably soften the blow.
I stood there for a beat and waited for her to proceed with taking my order.
She said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, you sound like Kim Kardashian."
Oh. This is a first.
And I was like, "Umm? Literally, so rude? Everyone says I sound like Kourtney? This is literally so embarassing for your life. And your soul. So shut your mouth, you dumb bitch."
"Also, can I get a garlic chicken lauriat or what?"