Thursday, November 03, 2005

Guys don't get burnt

The waiter brings me and my wife our order of food. He says to my wife, "Careful, the plate is hot". My wife looks at him, smiles sweetly and says thanks. I grab my plate, intending to pull it towards me in order to begin the feast. "Ouch, that plate is hot", I yelp. "The waiter gives me a look one would usually reserve for a pig munching on sewer garbage and says, "Yes your plate is hot too."

"Thanks a lot for warning me buddy", I mutter to myself. Then, just as I bite down on my stuffed buffalo chicken fried wontons, the hot melted goo inside leaps into my mouth, scalding the roof of my mouth, adding insult to injury.

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