Last October (2013), I made a trip down to the Clearwater, St. Petersburg, Tampa area of Florida. I had never been there before. I was coming in on Hwy. 19 (I think.) which is the old route. At some point in Florida, I started to have an upset stomach. I passed by a Hardees Restaurant, and turned around a short distance and came back. I figured that I could use the bathroom, and even though I wasn’t really hungry, I could order a couple of hamburgers.
I went to the bathroom and then headed back up to the counter to place my order.
There was a young man, probably in his late teens or twenties behind the counter. He asked me how he could assist me, and I said, “I would like a couple of hamburgers.” His reply, “Will that be two or three sir?”
I stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds, and probably cocked my head to one side as I pondered my reply. I probably said, “A couple.” I’m not sure how our communication completed successfully, because I did not expound further upon what a “couple” meant, but I did get the two hamburgers. I went outside, and around back, where I had parked, and ate the two hamburgers. They were good.
What an odd reply to my request. Who doesn’t know what a couple of anything means? I didn’t ask for a few, or some hamburgers, I asked for a couple. In the world from which I come, a couple means two.