"Two burritos to go, no sour cream, no cilantro."

I am with my dad at Tio Alberto's. I watch as the pony-tailed gringo behind the counter starts whistling and begins to make our burritos. He stops and goes over to the cash register.

"Is that for here or to go?" he says to my dad.

"To go," my dad says. He pays the guy and we go outside to wait.

We are sitting at the table talking when I see the pony-tailed man walking towards us. He is carrying two plates with silverware and burritos on them.

"I guess we're going to be eating here," I think to myself as the man smiles at us and says, "Here's your burritos!"

We sit there for a second, while the burritos lay on the plates, untouched. My dad is clearly agitated.

"Let's go," he says.

"But what about the burritos?"

"We're taking them with us."

And with that he picks up his plate and begins to walk towards our car. I start laughing and do the same. When I reach the car I see his burrito between his feet. I put mine on my lap.

"I told that asshole twice that it was to go!" my dad says as our car speeds off.

Two days later I'm doing the dishes when my dad approaches me.

"I just wanted to apologize for the other day," he says.

"What for?"

"For stealing those plates and silverware. As a father I should be setting a better example. I'm going to return them tomorrow."

"Yeah, but you did tell him twice that the order was to go. Plus, the plates are cheap plastic."

My dad chuckles and says, "You're right. That asshole screwed us over twice! But I'm still taking them back."

We still use those plates to this day and I smile every time.