A childhood belief about general

When I was about fifteen I went on a road trip with my parents. We had breakfast at a quaint little restaurant. Our waitress had a fascinating accent I'd never heard before, and she asked me first, "Would you like soup or salad with that?" All I replied was "Yes." She asked again, and again I said yes. When she came back with both soup and salad, I thought, "Wow, this does not look like the SUPER salad I ordered."