The finicky guy


The solemn-faced man entered the diner and took the lunch counter stool next to mine.

The smiling waiter greeted the new customer and asked if he’d like the daily special.

“What is it?” queried the unsmiling newcomer.

“Beef tongue sandwich,” the waiter replied, still smiling.

With the most disgusted expression on his face imaginable, the man growled, “I wouldn’t THINK of eating something that came out of an animal’s mouth!!”

“Yes, sir,” the undaunted waiter said; “Would you like a menu, then?”

To which the finicky guy responded, “Oh, no– just give me a fried egg sandwich…

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