snowyday Posted June 6, 2011 Share Posted June 6, 2011 A drunk staggered into a busy restaurant and settled himself at the exact center of the busy lunch counter. A waiter handed him a menu and, after a decent interval of waiting, returned to take his order. “Don’t rush me, bud, don’t rush me,†the drunk muttered. For a long time, while trade went merrily on about him, the inebriated patron pondered his inner needs. Then, at long last, he whinnied, “Gimmie an omelet.†“What kind of omelet?†the waiter asked. The drunk went into another conference with himself, while the waiter retired in high dudgeon. After a while, the drunk beckoned the man back to him. “Know what kind of omelet I want now?†he said. Then regarding the other with an expression of extreme gravity, he ordered: “Gimme an egg omelet!†* * * * Snowyday Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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