Me: “Waiter, why are there holes in my milk?”
Waiter: “Didn’t you ask for hole milk?”
Me: “Waiter, why are there holes in my milk?”
Waiter: “Didn’t you ask for hole milk?”
Waiter brings my order to the patio at a sports bar.
Waiter: “Your tossed salad, sir. Go deep, slant left at the red Volkswagen.”
I’m still hungry. 👍