Stopped off at Sonic (a drive-in restaurant featuring burgers, hot dogs, shakes, etc.) with some friends last night. I couldn't really see the menu board from where I was sitting in the car, so I figured I'd just order a hot dog and assume there was one on the menu.
Guy on the intercom: Do you want the six-inch or the footlong?
Me: Oh, twelve inches is too much. Six inches is plenty!
Me, suddenly realizing what I had said:
Everyone else in the car: Did you just tell him . . .
Guy on the intercom, after a suspiciously long silence, and now with a female voice laughing in the background: So that's the six-inch hot dog, right?
Yeah, I got grief about that all night