A True Story of a Man and His Eggs
A man and his wife are sitting at Mel’s diner eating breakfast. Their waiter approaches the table to check up on their meal. The man speaks, with the accent of a complaining Jewish version of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
“Excuse me, these eggs are runny. And this bread has caroway seeds, I can’t eat caroway seeds.”
“Ok sir, so do you want your eggs over medium?”
“Well these are runny, so they need to be done again.”
“Ok sir, and rye bread.”
1 minute passes.
“They didn’t even ask me what kind of bread I wanted.”
5 minutes pass. The eggs and bread come back.
Picking up a slice of breads with his fingers, he asks, “Now what kind of bread is this? The other one had caroway seeds, and I don’t like caroway seeds.”
“This is the rye sir.”
“Well is that the same as before?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t want it.”
Two minutes pass.
“She took my bacon.”
And scene.
