Lunch Conversation

I had to drag this one, from the past, over here....for the good of mankind.



GrayRider: Excuse me Miss, I have a question.

Waitress: Yes, sir?

GrayRider: Do you know if the chicken and boiled egg in my salad were related?

Waitress: Pardon me?

GrayRider: I was just wondering if the chicken might have been the egg's mother.

Waitress: Are you serious?

GrayRider: Why, yes. Your sign out front says this is a, "family" restaurant, and I'm curious if that means that you're family friendly or serve family members as entrees. The menu lists nutrional facts such as calories, grams of fat and carbs but no relational data. I want to avoid any sort of incestual culinary thing or anything.

Waitress: That's crazy!

GrayRider: I don't know, I read on the internet where a guy thinks that he might have eaten his Uncle Jerry in a very tasty condiment.

Waitress: Are you nuts?

GrayRider: Well, since the botched vasectomy, I might be considered half nuts.

Waitress: Hey! Is this some kind of hidden camera reality show?

GrayRider: No. I think Allen Funt passed some years ago.

Waitress: Are you from that mental institution down the street?

GrayRider: No, I'm originally from Kentucky. Why, have they asked for me?

Waitress: You didn't escape did you?

GrayRider: From where? Is this your first day?

Waitress: I'll get a manager!

Manager: Is there something wrong, sir?

GrayRider: I'm not sure, the waitress wanted to know if I'd escaped from a mental institution.

Manager: She did what?

GrayRider: I think she may be new.

Manager: I apologize, sir. Your lunch is free today.

GrayRider: Why, thank you. May I see a dessert menu?