“Hi, can I get a milkshake?”
“Sure. What kind?”
“What types are there?”
She motioned to a board around the corner without turning her head. “All those flavors.”
I didn’t bother looking. “Chocolate?”
“Okay. Do you want yogurt or ice cream?”
After pausing briefly: “What’s the difference?”
“Well, one is fat, the other is non-fat,” she explained, using helpful hand gestures.
“Oh. I’ll take the fat. Because I don’t know about you, but when I’m drinking a milkshake, I want to taste the fat.”
She laughed as if I were kidding.