There are some things in this life that you can count on. When you pull into a gas station, and say fill it up, you can pretty much count on the fact that they’re going to put gas in your car, and not Diet Pepsi.
When you tell a friend that you want to meet up for some grub, they know you mean food, and not the little creepy, crawly things that Timon & Puumba eat.
And as such, when I order Fish & Chips at a cafe, I ASSUMED they knew that I wanted fried fish & french fries, not actual damn chips.
But apparently that was a poor assumption. And I should have known better. Dangit.