I was about 9 or 10 years old when I asked my father to stop at Chili's on our way home.

He pulled up to the drive-through window and asked me what I wanted. I wanted a Frosty. I couldn't remember what it was called, but I knew it had something to do with cold. Was it Chilly? I told my dad that I wanted a Chilly.

"Are you sure? You want a Chili?" he asked, unsure of why I was asking for such a thing.

I was excited to get my Frosty, but I was disappointed when all I got was chili.