(This is actually fictional, but it's been an inside joke among my family ever since I came up with it, so here you go.)
One time I was a bit hungry, but I really didn't feel like making myself anything, so I took a ride with my dad to Burger King. Before we left, we asked my mom to call us if she wanted anything to eat. A few minutes later, as we pulled up to the drive-thru, my phone rang. "Get me a whopper with no pickles, no ketchup and no cheese," Mom said. By this point, we'd already gotten to the mic, so I told Dad what Mom and I wanted, and he placed the order.
We drove around to the window and paid. A brief second later, the lady handed us our food: two Single Stackers, Mom's Whooper, a Sprite and some fries. We parked up in the parking lot to check and make sure our order was right. The Single Stackers were fine, as were the fries. However when I opened up the Whopper, I found it absolutely covered in guess what? Pickles, ketchup and cheese - the exact things Mom didn't want. So Dad and I went back to the drive-thru and explained the situation.
"I'm sorry," the lady said as she took the Whopper back. "I thought you said mo' pickles, mo' ketchup and mo' cheese!"