“What would you like, sir?”
He looks at the menu, scans her beautiful frame top to bottom, then answers,
“A quickie.”
The waitress turns and walks away in disgust. After she regains her composure, she returns and asks again,
“What would you like, sir?”
Again, the old man thoroughly checks her out and answers,
“I’d like a quickie, please.”
This time, the waitress’s anger takes over — she reaches over and slaps him across the face with a resounding “SMACK!” and storms away. A man sitting at the next table leans over and whispers,
“Um, I think it’s pronounced ‘quiche.’
