So, back in college one day, a friend of mine & I stepped up to counter at a local burger joint.

My friend: "I'd like a plain cheeseburger please."
Counter Girl: "You mean, you don't want any catsup on that cheeseburger?"
Friend: "That's right, just a plain cheeseburger."

(lather, rinse, repeat, with several other toppings subsituted for the catsup, ad naseum, until finally):

Counter Girl: "You do want cheese on that cheeseburger, right?"

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