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For my dad's 40th birthday a few years ago, we went to a restaurant for steaks. Naturally, my sister didn't know how to order properly. An hour after we ordered, the waitress came back:
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| I'm sorry, but because you ordered your steak well-done, it won't be ready for another 45 minutes. | |
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| LOL! It's my fault for being too big an idiot to want to be able to enjoy the taste. I'll just sate myself with the buffet until then. | |
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| Oooh! I know what I'm having! | |
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| How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat? | |
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