big mistake

I’ll let James share his own language mistake stories, but for today, here’s mine:  A couple weeks ago, we went to the other side of town to try to find a restaurant I knew.  Not only did the restaurant not exist, but the entire street it was on no longer exists.  We needed to find a place quickly so we could let Catherine eat (thankfully, we had brought food for her with us).  We found a small noodle shop.  I asked for a menu.  They didn't have any, but she said they only had 3 kinds of noddles and rattled off the names for us to chose.  James wanted the cold noodles.  I knew I didn't want that and I didn't really want the beef noodles either.  I chose the other option, although I wasn't certain what it was.  As soon as it came out, I regretted not asking what it was.  Intestines and noodles.  That's what I ordered.  excellent.   It was a good thing we had also ordered an appetizer.  I ate the appetizer while James enjoyed his noodles and the fact that I too make language mistakes.