All of that was a Strong Bad voice in my head
the Mexican restaurant thing was a bumblefuck. Somehow a 12 oz beer became a 44 oz beer...not complaining, but I barely got through half. Our waiter was of the fat, shuffling, generally ineffective variety and we waited 45 mins for the fucking bill. Then when we paid with a giftcard, the cashier thought our 8-cent giftcard balance meant we owed 8 cents and he shouted and ran after us like we were trying to rip him off.
I had a lot of dos equis in me and for whatever reason it didn't occur to me to sort it out in Spanish, I just stood there like a me-no-speeka and let a waiter argue with him.
And then we left. It's over!